Middle-Age, Teenagers, and the Twilight Zone

Who knew a Thanksgiving post could cause so much trouble? Or treble. Or whatever. Here’s the thing. I am the mother of a teenage boy. The other teenagers in my life grew into young ladies who moved out and sporadically return through what is now the revolving door stage of young adulthood. As that mother (my kind is out there in the thousands – you know who you are), I hear music on a regular basis that I would otherwise not normally choose to listen to. So – I can’t believe I’m saying this – I silently cheered for Justin Bieber long after everyone else had deserted him. I only recently deleted him from the likes on my Facebook page and still pray for him from time to time. After all, no one is beyond change and he really does have talent. C’mon. Like If I Was Your Boyfriend was never playing on a loop in your subconscious. I liked Taylor Swift from the first song I heard her sing. She may appear to be a cutesy songstress, but that girl is nobody’s fool. She’s laughing all the way to the bank with her latest song which, by the way, I think is amusing in its over-the-top portrayal of the serial relationships the media criticize her about.

This short background leads us to a conversation between me and two of the former teenagers I had about my latest post which they didn’t read. I’ll admit, when I first heard All About That Bass, I felt sorry for the artist because it sounded like she couldn’t hit that low note no matter how hard she tried. However, that tune is extremely catchy and she had come up with a winner. She even sang it on the Country Music Awards with Miranda Lambert-Shelton. I saw it. It was entertaining. Back to the treble trouble. Apparently the mama in Meghan Trainor’s All About That Bass, wasn’t referring to a husband when she told the singer (and let’s just insert the word “reportedly” here) that “boys they like a little more booty to hold at night”. You didn’t hear it, but I sighed out loud just now. My world and the world that my kids say is reality collide in these songs. en.wikipediaIn my world anyone who snuggles by any kind of your booty – pirate booty, baby bootie, or snow bootie – is married to you, and AND! No mother worth her salt would tell her daughter that a boy who would want anything outside of marital bliss is someone they should even give a second look.

My ensuing blog post is pretty in sync and I will not, WILL NOT retract just because someone has their mind in the gutter. Plus, of my blog readers, I suspect exactly 2 have even heard the song. I encourage you, UNITE! Deny the baseness of All About That Bass and embrace the message about accepting your size, and I quote, “Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top”.

As for me, I’m going to go have another piece of leftover cranberry cake with caramel sauce. The conversation about what exactly evaporated milk is or what they do to milk to make it sweetened condensed (oh, don’t tempt me to relive that conversation) will have to wait for another day.

Image: en.wikipedia; Quote: All About That Bass by Meghan Trainor

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