Wish you were here.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
As Long As It’s English, Who Cares What It Says?
I was in a fairly nice western style restaurant the other night and couldn’t help but notice when I heard the familiar beginning to Sir Mix-a-Lot’s song Baby Got Back. I realize that there are a few of you who are not familiar with the song (for which I envy you) but I will not be posting the lyrics here. Let if suffice to say that the first four words of the song are “I like big butts…”. From there, it goes on to wax poetically about the posterior region of the fairer sex. All in all, it’s quite a marvelous choice for dinner music.
This is hardly the first time I’ve witnessed a display of inappropriate music in a supposed family environment. Usually the main offender is rap “music”… or hip-hop or whatever the hell they call that trash these days. For instance, I was in a department store not to long ago and as I passed the electronics section, I couldn’t help but have my attention drawn to the stream of vulgar language coming out of shelf system that was on display. Of course, that could have been because the volume was cranked up to about 11. I have to admit, it was somewhat amusing to watch family after family meander by and have some uneducated-sounding thug yelling “eff this” and “eff that” without said families ever batting an eye.
As Gwen Stefani once informed me as I visited a local hair salon, “This sh** is b-a-n-a-n-a-s!”
