That’s where I first heard it, too, and it was one of those songs that just smacks you in the face with how absolutely normalized misogyny was (and I would say it’s only a teensy bit better now). |
| On an online fitness class they played a 90s Eminem song where there was a lyric about choosing which spice girl he wanted to get pregnant…ooooph |
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“Young Girl”
Young girl, get out of my mind My love for you is way out of line Better run girl You're much too young girl With all the charms of a woman You've kept the secret of your youth You led me to believe you're old enough To give me love And now it hurts to know the truth Young girl, get out of my mind My love for you is way out of line Better run girl You're much too young girl Beneath your perfume and your make-up You're just a baby in disguise And though you know that it's wrong to be Alone with me That come on look is in your eyes Young girl, get out my mind My love for you is way out of line Better run girl You're much too young girl So hurry home to your mama I'm sure she wonders where you are Get out of here Before I have the time To change my mind 'Cause I'm afraid we'll go too far Young girl, get out my mind My love for you is way out of line Better run girl You're much too young girl |
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“I Don’t Like Mondays” by the Boomtown Rats. I’m always surprised but glad when the college station where I live plays it.
The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload And nobody's gonna go to school today She's gonna make them stay at home And daddy doesn't understand it He always said she was good as gold And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays I wanna shoot the whole day down The Telex machine is kept so clean And it types to a waiting world Her mother feels so shocked, father's world is rocked And their thoughts turn to their own little girl Sweet sixteen, ain't that peachy keen Now it ain't so neat to admit defeat They can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reasons do you need, oh oh oh oh? I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays I wanna shoot the whole day down Down, down, shoot it all down And all the playing's stopped in the playground now She wants to play with the toys a while And school's out early and soon we be learning And the lesson today is how to die And then the bullhorn crackles and the captain tackles With the problems and the hows and whys And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to die, die, oh oh oh? The silicon chip inside her head Gets switched to overload And nobody's gonna go to school today She's gonna make them stay at home And daddy doesn't understand it He always said she was good as gold And he can see no reasons 'Cause there are no reasons What reason do you need to be shown? I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like I don't like (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like I don't like (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays (Tell me why) I don't like Mondays I wanna shoot the whole day down |
Which is what the thread asked for. |
Again, listen to “Pumped Up Kicks.” It’s not that different. And this happens at a school almost every Monday now. |
Says the woman who says 'pedi.' |