Facebook is rife with people taking stands on things. I try to hang in the middle, not having any real strong opinions on things, giving people the benefit of the doubt. I have to say, it’s nice and happy living this way….not believing the worst in all politicians, thinking but then promptly ignoring the latest outrage instead of taking a stand on something. Stopping by the TV for a brief moment and then jetting out the door with a shrug or a laugh.
But today? Today. I took a stand on something.
We will have no more Taylor F*cking Swift in our house.
Sorry little ladies, but I’m raising you to be independent, confident women who won’t give a rat’s ass about the latest boy.
I reached my boiling point with Tay Tay before M was born, and I remember other moms saying, “Oh you won’t be able to stop it. Girls love her.” Hmm. Perhaps. I mean, it’s not like my own mother could stop my non-stop decades long obsession with Guns N’ Roses. In fact, this conversation via email occurred this week.
Ma: With this Las Vegas shooting, I’m worried about you going to another concert this weekend.
Me: It’s your fault for not letting me go to the Meadowlands concert when they came through in 9th grade. My friends were in the Paradise City video! That should have been me! Now I have to go see them as often as I can go.
Ma: Can’t you get over it?
Me: Front Row Ma! Front Row!
If I fill M’s little ears with other music maybe I can sway her. Today while driving and flipping thru the stations, her little ears heard two notes of that craptastic talentless moron and I couldn’t move off the station fast enough. “THAT ONE THAT ONE THAT ONE!”
“Cause the players gonna play play play play play and the haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate and I’m just gonna shake shake shake shake shake”
KILL ME. I’M GOING TO STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB MYSELF IN THE EYES. I couldn’t even let the song finish. I moved the party down to Aerosmith.
“This is old people’s music.”
For real? It was “Rag Doll.” It’s about strippers. Or hookers. Whatever, still better than Taylor.
