Now that Sir Paul McCartney will be performing here in Bogotá on 19 April, most radio stations are programming as many Beatle music as possible. This morning, the Lennon-McCartney song, “Girl,” floated out of the radio’s speakers and I sang along to it. It’s a nice piece of writing, but it left with with the following questions:
Why has the respect for a girlfriend all but disappeared from pop music these days? Why have women even let this happen? Trust me, as a feminist, relishing being called a “bee-itch” by some semi-literate in overpriced baggy clothes is NOT liberation. It’s a total abandonment of a woman’s self-respect.
In the Sixties, men complained about their girlfriends’ behavior but did so as part of a male-female dialogue that everyone understood. Women countered with similar songs. And everyone called each other “baby” in music.
Feminism upended a lot of that, with enduring and sometimes negative consequences. No one dares call the loved one a “loved one,” much less “baby” (in public; in the bedroom, who knows?). BUT! Diana Ross did not have to do a bump-and-grind to prove she was either hurt by a treacherous boyfriend or worth every second the hopeful boyfriend wanted to spend with her.
Flash forward to Beyoncé, who virtually can not sing any lyric without gyrating as if she were in permanent heat, while wearing a mini-dress and spine-breaking high heels. And flashing all those diamonds her husband gives her. How did she earn them? By being a “bee-itch?”
And how many women genuinely want their daughters to act like that?
So, if I got the chance, I’d like to ask Sir Paul what he thinks of these changes in lyrics, from “Girl” in the Sixties (1964, I think) to Fergie’s “Lady Hump” forty years later. I notice, too, that Sir Paul’s daughter Stella, isn’t earning her keep as a fantasy sexpot. How did he raise her so that she kept her clothes on?
And by the way, I saw the Beatles in 1964, live and in performance, in New York, but I didn’t buy a ticket for Sir Paul’s show in Bogotá. I hope he has a great time in Bogotá and that his show is wildly successful, but I saw him when we were both younger and that’s the memory I want to keep.
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