Thicke and Thick; The Opinionated Me

Over the last few weeks I have become addicted to the song Blurred Lines by Robin Thicke. I even dance (comically) to it. Consequently, my sons would like to fire me as their mother.

Now just in case you live somewhere remote (or in some imaginary world of fairies and unicorns) and haven’t heard Blurred Lines here it is:

Oh boy, that is what I call a groovy rhythm! I can shake my booty to that. Watch out Beyonce; Mrs T is wired and live.

However, I do have something to say about the video which reminds me of the 1986 video of Robert Palmer’s Addicted to Love.

It’s AWFUL. ( I’m not even going to talk about the lyrics. Robin Thicke says they’re about his wife to whom he’s been married for twenty years, so let’s just accept he can say what he want on that issue.)

Anyway, I really can’t stand this fetish for women to make themselves look like whores all the time, and big superstars like Madonna, Rihanna, Christina Aguilera, Brittany Spears et al set no example to young women with their skimpy come-hither outfits. It’s just my opinion – but I don’t think you have to take off all your clothes and act like a slut to prove you’re a feminist.

Here’s a question: would it have been possible to have made the video to Blurred Lines with women who didn’t look so completely vacuous?

Yes, it would. Anyway, I know many woman will say that some women are forced to act and dress provocatively because it’s a man’s world. I accept that argument is very relevant for some women but there’s a lot of women too, especially in the western world, who can help to change this attitude but instead, continue to perpetuate these stereotypes.

Pah.

Let’s see an alternative version of Blurred Lines. This one’s for the ladies.