
What really drove me over the edge, was "Do What You Want [with my body]. Lady Gaga, I have loved you since last year when you released "Applause" and I spent months in my car fantasizing about staying up past 10pm and playing guitar in a club. But now I do not love you anymore. Because no one, even me, should ever be emotionally charged by the prospect of someone else using her or him for his a body. Sure, you think you remediate the effects by asserting that "you can't have my heart" and "you can't have my mind" but "do what you want, what you want with my body".
Gaga, may I call you Gaga? Your heart and your mind are part of your body. Whether or not you believe your body was created in the image of G-d, I do. And even if it isn't, the whole thing--your body I mean--is holy and precious and it's everything you have.
In my car, "singing along", is always allowed. But we are not thinking about the lyrics. It just happens. I do not want my children, consciously or subconsciously, to absorb lyrics like Jason Derulo's "I know you're nervous. So just sit back and let me drive" is not appropriate for my children or Pitbull's "Give me everything tonight" "we might not get tomorrow". These lyrics do not describe mutual and consensual sex. And they don't describe what sex really is--a holy and precious bond between people who love each other. Theoretically anyway. It's about a man talking a woman into doing something she is not sure about. This attitude toward sex being a goal you try to win is not something I want for my boys or for my girl.
Robin Thicke? ... this is not even worth ...
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