Yesterday 5 of the Top 10 Search terms mostly from Google — but also others like it (including Microsoft’s answer to Google “Bing“) — linking to THIS PAGE involve the term “nude Asian”. It’s a sad sad world. Looky:
- “asian nude” — 16 clicks/views
- “nude asian” — 8 clicks/views
- “asian nude art” — 6 clicks/views
- “asian nude model” — 6 clicks/views
- “photos of nude asians” — 3 clicks/views
I can’t take this anymore. Almost 2 years ago, when I first realized who I was in my previous life, I posted a lovely little oil painting of a woman looking beautiful. Her back twisted and the paint showed every contortion, it was a beautiful painting of a beautiful woman. I never meant for it to be pornographic. In fact, the heading read something like “[blah, blah, blah]… There’s something awfully beautiful about the female body.“ It was intended as partial nudity in terms of beauty, not lust. Well – the Internet assholes/losers have made me sick to my stomach (I can’t take the thought of sweaty know-it-alls touching themselves to THIS PAGE), and I’ve finally removed the post. Gross.
Speaking of perversion – I’ve been frantically digging through my laptop, my MP3 player, my records and CDs, for possible songs for my brother’s wedding. I’ve also been downloading LOTS of 50′s Rock & Roll (I’m probably making a huge mistake assuming Chubby Checker, Buddy Holly & the Crickets, etc. are as accessible as I think). The beginnings of Rock & Roll, and its founders, are much more perverted than even its own definition (“rock n’ rollin” meant sex before R&R came around). And I’m not just referring to the obvious here: Jerry Lee Lewis marrying his 13 year old cousin, or Chuck Berry soliciting sex from a 14 year old Apache waitress. There’s an unmistakable aura of pedophilia, or at the very least Nymphomania (often w/ young girls), in the lyrics of 1950′s Rock & Roll that would never be accepted by mainstream society of the 2000′s.
When I was flipping through a 1950′s Rock & Roll mix I found online, I came across a Dee Clark song called “Hey Little Girl” (to be clear, Clark didn’t write the song; this was a Otis Blackwell/B.W. Stevenson collaboration). The song is about wanting to fuck a high school girl who’s described as wearing a “high school sweater” and “black silk stockings”, “swinging [her] books” and “chewing gum”. The latter descriptions are where the song rolls into whoa-whoa territory. Those two simple visual images, a young girl chewing gum and swinging books, evoke innocence and naivety subconsciously… and therefor virginity. Not only virginity, but virginity of a “little girl” so fresh to the world she doesn’t even know what sexual contact consists of.
What’s amazing is how quickly the mainstream of the “clean cut” 50′s accepted Rock & Roll in all it’s perverse glory. Chuck Berry — who likely had sex with more than just one girl under the age of 14 [see above] — even had a #2 hit on the American Charts called “Sweet Little Sixteen“. Which supposedly is about a 16 year old girl going out to party and “rock & roll” with Chuck Berry for the night, only to have to get to school the next day. But when you think in terms of how “rock and roll” was named, what it meant originally [again, see above], it isn’t hard to put the pieces together of what old Mr. Berry wanted. The list goes on and on too. Scandal after scandal, song after song, of 1950′s Rock & Roll absolutely entrenched and obsessed with young girls. Now, it may be that the “perversion” of a character like the little girl in “Sweet Little Sixteen” was simply a metaphor for Rock & Roll corrupting, or perhaps freeing, an uptight society from its straight-laced morals. But I don’t buy it. It isn’t like these guys were pre-Kafka Kafka’s, masters of symbolism. They were just fucking perverts, many pedophiliac perverts.
I said earlier that the lyricism and perversion of classic 1950′s Rock & Roll would never be accepted by 2000′s mainstream. That fantasies about a gum chewing, book swinging, silk stocking wearing high schooler wouldn’t be taken so lightly in the world of “To Catch A Predator“. I was wrong. One name: Brittany Spears. Months ago South Park ran an episode where Mickey Mouse explains how easy it is to sell sex to young girls with families of supposed “moral strength” (he tells the boys: “cause Christians are fucking retarded. Ha-huh.”), a direct reference to the Jonas Brothers. If ever we saw this, it was the turn of the millennium when teenage girls flaunted their virginity, or perhaps were encouraged to by record labels, in the daily TRL countdown. 50 years later the same things went on, but they flip flopped. It isn’t just kinda similar, it’s eerily similar.
I was trying to think about what this all means last night. I’m not quite sure even. It could mean a few things. Either Rock & Roll isn’t as rebellious as it seemed to be, or the Teenie Bopper craze circa 2000 wasn’t as cookie cutter as it seemed (possibly both). There’s also the possibility that this just shows the differences, stark differences, between Rock & Roll and Pop music. Rock & Roll doesn’t beat around the bush. Sure, it’s perverted, grimy, disgusting, but at least it isn’t a fucking liar about it. Pop music wants to be, and is, as perverted and disgusting, but in a sleeker, hidden way. OR maybe everyone in the world, suppressed or free, is a massive pervert… musicians especially??