A My Life’s Playlist Rant: Blurred Lines and the Stupidity of Sexism

This is an installment of my series My Life’s Playlist.


Today is a very special edition, a rant edition, analyzing and criticizing the sexist assumptions made about this song and how sad of an example of sexism it is.

To begin, as I’m sure most of you know, this is a damn catchy song. It has a soul-driven pop sound to it that just gets held up in your head for hours. In terms of beat, style, and just overall sound quality, compared to a lot of typical pop music, this song is a big win.

facepalmWith that little review out of the way, let’s get to the main event. Now, if you all haven’t noticed yet, I’m not a fan of the modern feminist. The concept of women still demanding ‘rights’ in America is completely pointless to me (which I will get into later on). A woman can vote, get a job, and lead whatever life she chooses if she gets off her ass and works for it. That is the way of America. The attitude of modern feminists is now becoming a movement to change the mental state of every man on the planet to be as submissive as women were made to be in the 1910s-1930s. Yeah, that’s not sexist at all. Tie this exasperation into the outcry against the above song and music video, which has been labeled by feminists across the country as ‘rapey’ and ‘sexist to an insulting degree,’ and I just can’t help but laugh into my *facepalm*.

The seemingly two biggest issues that the feminist outcry has highlighted have been (you guessed it!) the lyrics and the music video. The lyrics are hammered due to the suggestion that the singer, Robin Thicke, is telling a girl he is dancing with at a club that she ‘wants it’ without her actually saying she ‘wants it.’ (I’m trying to keep this as non-R rated as possible, so I’m not going to get too into the details of this stuff…) These women, however, distinctly overlook lyrics such as, “The way you grab / must wanna get nasty,” and “That man is not your maker,” which, from my point of view, completely nullify any ‘helpless, brain-washable woman’ image would have a feminist up in arms about.

grinding at the bluc

Or, you know, grinding on girls is apparently okay…

To address the first lyric here, when you are in a modern club with 20-somethings dancing everywhere (I’ll even say ‘we’ because I am, embarrassingly, part of that age group), you see the way some girls dance with random guys; ‘grinding’ on any guy within 5 feet of her, lifting up her shirt, and, if the club has the facilities, which most do now-a-days, pole-dancing. I find it hard to believe that a man can avoid deducing the possibility that such a girl is looking for nothing more than the dance floor. Add onto the fact that this song is directed to the girl herself, who at any time could come in and say, “Nope, sorry dude. You are getting the completely wrong idea. Back off. Bye.” Apparently a girl should not have to do such a thing; a guy should just know when a girl is grinding on him like she’s grating cheese with her ass just to enjoy herself, not to turn him on. *oooooh the estrogen-fueled logic, it hurts!*

The second lyric suggests that this girl he is singing to already came into the club with another man. In other words, she’s taken. Now why the hell is this girl grinding up on a random guy at the club when she already has a guy to grind? The typical deduction a man can make from this is that the girl is no longer interested in the man she has. The singer, making this deduction, assumes that there is something about the original guy holding the girl back, hence, “not your maker.” He’s basically telling this girl that she has the right to do what she wants, and if what she wants is what he is deducing, he is game for it. Wow, a guy telling a girl that she has the right to make her own choices?! How sexist is that?! *The sarcasm in those last two statements should be piercing your funny bones like bullets right now.*

In essence, every aspect of the lyrics which could be considered derogatory toward women could also be seen as empowering toward women or ignored from a feminist perspective because we do not know the woman’s view from the song itself. You want to talk about a song where a guy treats a woman like a possession? An object? This song is NOT it. How about a song like, oh, I don’t know, Katy Perry’s E.T. ft. Kanye West, where Kanye says, “Imma disrobe you / then Imma probe you. / See, I abducted you / so I tell you what to do.” Is that not objective enough for the feminists to have a fit about? What about just about every song written by Hollywood Undead, like Everywhere I Go? Just take a 30 second listen to this song and tell me why this is not enraging to these feminists? Or any rap song in the past 10 years with at least one expletive in it, I can guarantee it is likely an expletive directed toward or about a woman.

Then we get to the video itself. There are two versions. Each version has Robin Thicke and his back up singers/some random guy performers standing around a white room with a bunch of attractive girls dancing around them like they are in a night club. The only difference between the two videos is that one has the women clothed and one video has the women in the nude. At first thought, you may say that the feminists have a legitimate reason to be upset. I beg to differ.

Let’s put some context to this, shall we? The producer of the video opened his audition for the music video to some female acquaintances of his, friends who were also lingerie/artistic nude models. The judges for the auditions chose the models for the music video. During

production, they asked the producer if he wanted them to perform the music video nude. He said, “You know what, that will work. We’ll shoot two videos, one clothed, one nude.” Done.

Yeah, this.

Yeah, this.

Now remember, these women offered, of their own free will, to perform this music video naked. They are professionals who are paid to be naked all the time. The original intent of the video was NOT to have them naked. At all. They thought up the idea and the producers said, “Why not!”

Now please, tell me, why is it that when women volunteer to be naked on camera for a pop video is it considered sexist and a situation of objectifying women, but during a feminist rally it is perfectly acceptable for feminists in that rally to walk around with no shirts on and words painted on their boobs? Why is it also acceptable to scream fowl when a guy walks by and stares at said boobs while they are half hanging out of a fishnet shirt, but it’s okay for women to stare at a man’s package or ass while he walks down the street? Men stare at boobs because they are a sexual organ, just like women stare and man-junk for the same reason. It’s not civil, but it’s natural. Not wearing your top is like a man not wearing trunks to the beach. You would stare, ladies, you know you would. So why attack the man for doing the same thing?

People, this isn’t equality. This isn’t the elimination of sexism. It’s reversing sexism to get revenge for past generations’ inequality and abuse.  This isn’t progress, this is dwelling on the past. It is selfishness, laziness and stupidity. Modern feminism is sexism, and it needs to stop.

One thought on “A My Life’s Playlist Rant: Blurred Lines and the Stupidity of Sexism

  1. Bravo. Well stated. I couldn’t agree more. I find the controversy surrounding this song to be completely manufactured. Whenever I encounter someone who likes to argue about how “rapey” the song is, I point them to this little gem: These are lyrics from the the song “A Little More Love” by Olivia Newton-John–the least sexually threatening person ever to come out of Australia.

    “I know, know that you’ll have your way/Till you have to go home/No’s a word I can’t say/
    Where, where did my innocence go?/How, how was a young girl to know?”

    This song was a #3 hit in 1979, and quite frankly sounds a helluva lot more “rapey’ than “you know you want it.” So why is “Blurred Lines” a big deal now? Well, as you mentioned, modern feminism. But I also have to think that our culture is so much more obsessed with political correctness now than it was 30 years ago that it’s almost impossible NOT to say or write something that someone, somewhere will get uppity about.

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