I’m Showing My Age
When a pop song gets stuck in my head, I have to play it over and over again on YouTube until I get annoyed or tired of listening. In recent weeks, it’s been a lot of Beyonce due to “Glee” (Single Ladies and Halo that got featured in a mashup).
The South Park episode “Whale Whores” had the unfortunate/hilarious cover of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face.” Cartman, Kyle, and Kenny are playing the song on Rock Band, with Cartman on lead vocals. Which lead to an extended version during the battle montage against the Japanese.
“Poker Face” got stuck in my head, and that eventually brought me to “Just Dance.” After multiple hearings on YouTube, I started picking up lyrics. Most were clearly heard, but some eluded me, so I did a Google search.
I’m going to be frank: I am kind of put off by the meaning of the song. In short, the girl is completely shitfaced – nay, near blackout, but she feels it’s okay to just continue to dance. Seriously, if I lost my keys, my phone, couldn’t see straight, didn’t know where I was, and somehow managed to turn my shirt inside out without my knowing, the last thing I’d want to do is “just dance.” Instead, I’d probably ask someone to bring me some water, throw up in the ladies’ bathroom, and then ask for another round of water.
The closest I’ve ever been to being as drunk as that was the last time I spent an evening with my gay boys in West Hollywood. I made the mistake of having 3 martinis in an hour and (in retrospect) was very glad to have been in a primarily gay club with friends. I was completely safe
Silly pop songs aren’t bad in moderation. I just don’t think the target audience should think that being totally smashed with the attitude of “I’ll just dance it off” will work every single time. I admit that I’m a sensible drunk: I always keep water nearby and will obtain food so I won’t get sick. Once I get home, I will drink even more water to prevent a hangover.
Judge for yourself; I think the drunk body count in the front yard of the house makes a point.