I had a conversation with my sister this afternoon about "Jeeze! Can you believe it's been this long since (fill in the blank)??"
The topic of Britney Spears came up, and there was a slight disagreement about when she had begun her pop-centric rein of terror. She (my sister) seemed to think it was later, I thought it was earlier. In discussing this I pointed out that one of Spears' earliest singles was very popular during my first year at Hampden Academy, about twelve years ago. I realized during this conversation that Britney Spears, weather she intended to or not, had decided that at some point in my life, during a friendly conversation with my sister, I would have to say the words "Hit Me, Baby, One More Time."
Come on, say it out loud; "Hit Me, Baby, One More Time."
Try it. I'll even say it with you. Ready?
Be sure to add the "?!" at the end. Don't forget.
Let us visit, for a moment, the lyrics to that song.
As far as I can tell, if you leave out the bizarre tarted-up-school-girl-who-just-happens-to-be-dancing-in-step-with-a-symmetrical-group-of-other-similarly-inclined-school-girls-but-'I'm-dancing-for-you-tiger,-for-YOU'-bits, you get a song about an abusive relationship. It's pretty bleak, really. The person singing the song is asking for more of this dubious treatment because they have decided that when they aren't with the abuser they'll [quotey fingers] "lose their mind." Also, there are a number of points during the song where the singer is requesting strong direction from the person in question- they must be told how it is, not knowing themselves, of course, being too used to being told what to do to make these decisions. Finally, there is a sense of strange hope, where the singer [quotey fingers] "still believes." Believes what, exactly..? That things will get better..?
So. You say: "Hit Me, Baby, One More Time."
I'll say: "With what?"
..which brings me to Limp Bizkit.
So.
The first time I heard "Nookie" I was mighty confused.
My first response was something along the lines of "don't noogies.. hurt?" Apparently 'nookie' is something someone would [quotey fingers] "do it all for."
I figured it out eventually.
The song progresses.. you know.. the major character development, the rising and falling action. I laughed, I cried etc.. After a time, one finds out that, lo! Lest ye be so errant as to offer up yon tasty biscuit in place of said scalp chastisement, all manner of foul and personal violations would be at hand!
Implied, yes! But still.
At hand!!
Of course in highschool I had these amazingly original thoughts about how stupid Spears and Bizkit were (I keep getting worried that I've spelled that wrong.. ), and how I'd never really listen to anything so crap. But when you are fifteen, and you move to a location that has CABLE(!!!) and you are just fascinated by the constant stream of pop culture and technicolors, you really just can't help yourself.
This was also around the time that Marylin Manson, Jerry Springer and Eminem were taking off. Plenty of media trash to keep any one mind busy, chewing on empty calories. My grandparents had cable, so it wasn't like I'd never seen it before.. but this was more like an everyday thing.. not a holiday or a random weekend get together where my sister and I would have to wait impatiently until dinner and conversation was over to then disappear up into their bedroom and watch The MTV.. when it still played music videos and really violent commercials.
.. then we are here.. in the future.. 2011.. where my sister enjoys regular digital programming..
.. and I don't watch tv.
It's cold in here.
No comments:
Post a Comment