it seems you can’t go anywhere today without someone being outraged, they are now even being outraged about songs written years ago.
Apparently some song now ned to be expunged, not listened to because they are “rapey” and “misogynist”.
Since the explosion of female-centric websites, much has been made of the egregious misogyny found in hip-hop, from the criminally violent fantasies of Eminem, to the glamorised brutality of Kanye West. Many women writers have described the cognitive dissonance they experience over these songs.
More recently, the mindless chauvinism of dance hits have been called into question, generating appropriate outrage. The extraordinary douchiness of Redfoo, the “rapeyness” of Rick Ross and Blurred Lines – the list is as long as a model’s torso.
It might feel otherwise but this is not a sudden phenomenon. Just this month, music writer (and WOC) Lauretta Charlton wrote an article for NYMag simply titled Brown Sugar is a dirty song about slavery and sex and I love it.
But what of the supposed “nice guys” of music? The suburban lyricists your dad listens to? Surely these well-meaning folk with their lovely guitars and bass synths have a more sophisticated understanding of heteronormative sex and gender? I mean, they’re radio friendly! GUESS AGAIN, GANG!