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The Acceptance of Degrading Lyrics

Rap singers have the potential to change the world but many just sell out for the sake of sales. I love the song Yeah by Usher, who doesn’t? (Here’s the video: “Yeah” by Usher) It has a great beat. Usher is adorable and talented and his lyrics aren’t generally sexist or violent, but this song, which is about meeting girls in a club and leaving with them, has some cringeworthy bits. Another rap singer, Ludacris, sings the bridge, and every time I hear these lyrics I flinch. Yeah is considered a tame song and was (and still is) a huge success, selling a bajillion copies and remaining a radio staple. I have numbered the lines for easier translation.

Bridge to song Yeah by Usher and Ludacris:

1.  My outfit’s ridiculous, in the club lookin’ so conspicuous.
2.  And rowl! These women all on the prowl, if you hold the head steady I’m a milk the cow.
3.  Forget about the game, I’m a spit the truth, I won’t stop till I get ’em in they birthday suits.
4.  So gimmie the rhythm and it’ll be off with their clothes, then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
5.  I left the Jag and I took the Rolls, if they ain’t cuttin’ then I put ’em on foot patrol.
6.  How you like me now, when my pinky’s valued over three hundred thousand.
7.  Let’s drank you the one to please, Ludacris fill cups like double D’s.
8.  Me and Ush once more and we leave ’em dead, we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed.


1.  I’m dressed like a pimp and everyone is looking at me.

2.  Growl! The women in the club want to mate with a guy with lots of cash and I take advantage of this. If you hold the head steady I’m a milk the cow means that after the woman I have chosen for the night performs fellatio, she is to hold her head steady so I can ejaculate in either her face or mouth.

3.  I am not interested in talking. My only goal is to get them naked.

4.  She must take her clothes off and bend over.

5.  I own two luxury cars. If the woman does not comply with my sexual demands, she must get out and walk.

6.  You should be extremely impressed that the ring on my little finger is worth $300,000.

7.  I’m not sure exactly what this means, but obviously it has to do with enormous breasts, the number-one focus of millions of people both old and young.

8.  Usher and I only want women who are polite in public but wild in the bedroom (or vehicle).

Rap singers have enormous influence. By constantly inferring that women are nothing but whores and that flashy jewelry, cars, and double D size breasts hold the highest priority, they set the worst example possible for young listeners.

Vintage Girl in Search of Pockets

Pretty jacket with pockets given to me by customer

Think thrift shops are just for recessionistas? Nope, some of us have always been addicted. I love clothes and I’m a seasoned thrift-store shopper out of necessity. I also unabashedly ask friends or customers to save their castoffs to donate to, you know, me. A guilt-free pleasure for me is being handed a big lawn ’n leaf bag full of clothes to do whatever I want with. I love to get them home and sort them out. Some I give away, some I keep. I like to sew, so if I fancy a frock that doesn’t fit, I have the power to adjust. If something only costs a few bucks or is free then I allow myself the luxury of experimenting, which sometimes fails. I think I like the chase, the process, the transformation. The end product, sometimes not so much.

Pockets I made from material cut off bottom of blouse

Sometimes I cut clothes up and hoard squares of unusual fabric or make dog bandanas or make. . .pockets. Yes pockets. There is a serious shortage of pockets in today’s fashion, probably because they cost a few extra cents to insert and they think no one will notice if they’re not there. I’ll bet when women made their own clothes they put pockets in. Everybody needs them but women are denied pockets by clothing designers. We should demand them.

Believe it or not there are snooty thrift shops—um, vintage designer boutiques. There were more of those in Connecticut. Out here we are not so high and mighty. The shops that pay you cash for used clothes tend to be more expensive because they are fussier about what they take in, even though they pay you squat for your stuff no matter how nice it is. They also demand that each item be ironed and on hangers and not a loose thread in sight—it’s not worth it. When I am tired of something I like to donate it.

I hate closet doors so I always take them off. My clothes are art and I like to look at them and think about them. I don’t really go anywhere special where I can wear the clothes, and I don’t have a dress-up job, but sometimes it’s fun to get dressed up for no reason. Going to the library or doing errands when you’re dressed up encourages you to be more outgoing than when you’re schlumping around town in customary summer attire of cutoffs, tank top, and flip flops. Frumpy clothes make you anonymous, pretty clothes the opposite. When cute girls around town wear pretty dresses and high heels, everybody notices. I swear it gives me joy to check out a guy checking out a girl who looks good.

Clothes travel in a great karmic circle. Give freely and you will receive freely.