I miss New York City deeply. Even missing the G train, paying more for just about everything, and continually apartment-hunting. The one thing I do not miss is street harassment. Getting "Hey gorgeous, where you going?" as the only catcall of the day felt like a small victory. I mean, hell, if I made it home without invitations to perform fellatio on complete strangers or unsolicited commentary on my ass, I considered it a successful commute. It was exhausting.
So I come home, to a place where I largely drive everywhere and people tend to interact less. I mean, sure, friendly door-holding, maybe some conversations in the grocery checkout. But on the whole, the rest of the country isn't as much of a social pressure cooker as New York because we have the luxury of greater personal space.
I joined a gym, hoping to tone up a bit before making the move to LA in a couple months. I've found that I do best in classes. I get a better workout in a 60 minute class of any kind than I do on my own for an hour. Of course, classes are scheduled back-to-back, so if you get there early/on time, you're hanging out a little counter near the lifting area until the first class lets out. I was awaiting a class (Zumba, because I love a dance class for cardio instead of a machine) and standing quietly to myself, running over my to-do list for the day/week/month/year/decade/lifetime, when out of freakin' nowhere, this dude comes over. He stands in my eyeline and then says, "Honey, smile. Why you gotta look so serious?" Apparently my neutral expression while minding my own business was something he felt the need to comment upon. He managed to walk away before I could retort.
At least I have ample practice in shaking that bullshit off. So I decide to not let Mr. Smiley ruin my day. I head into class, take my spot, and stretch out. Even though this is my hometown, I rarely know anybody I see at the gym. Today was no exception. There was a group of women in their mid20's-early 30s behind me, and they were clearly regulars in the room. About halfway through the class, one of them yells at the instructor, "Can we do 'Around the World?'."
Now, I'm thinking, what is "around the world"? Is certain choreography? But before I can ponder for too long, the instructor beams and says, "Sure thing!" She then starts the music for the next track.
I almost walked out of the room, but I realized doing so wouldn't make a point and that my heart rate was nearing its peak, so I needed to finish the class. Besides, walking out of the class wouldn't cause any change. So I stayed, and I danced.
The song that got me so viscerally upset isn't called "Around the World."
It's called "Talk Dirty," and you can't turn on the radio and scan through the stations without encountering Jason Derulo's autotuned hit. I can't deny the beat itself is appealing, and if you're not paying attention, you'll find yourself moving along to the music. To its credit, the song makes a body want to dance.
Thus endeth any positive attributes I might associate with this song.
This pop anthem disgusts me.
The gist of this song is, "Who cares if I don't understand a word you say? Who you are as a person isn't important, as long as you're conventionally sexy and want to fuck me."
Seriously. That's the thesis of this song that is cramming the mainstream radio airwaves. Derulo doesn't even try to use metaphor or apply wit to his songwriting. Here's a breakdown of his lyrics, and my inner monologue/interpretations while listening to it.
Get jazzy on it ["Be someone that my friends will think is cool and sexy."]
I'm that flight that you get on, international [Okay, so he's comparing himself to a plane ride. There's some ego involved, but nothing overtly misogynistic in this line.]
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable ["Come sit on my lap, because associating yourself with me will automatically improve your social status."]
'Cause I know what the girl them need, ["I call grown women 'girls' and don't need to concern myself with proper use of the English language if I'm intentionally seeking out women who don't speak it."]
New York to Haiti ["All women within this 1500 mile distance want me, because at least a handful do, and all women are the same."]
I got lipstick stamps on my passport, ["Because my three thousand dollar belt isn't about to get all notched up."]
You make it hard to leave [Wait, you're speaking to a single person all of a sudden? Good thing she apparently doesn't speak English, because bragging about how many other women you've slept with probably wouldn't improve your game.]
Been around the world, don't speak the language ["Because I'm too important to learn new things."]
But your booty don't need explaining ["It's an ass. Oh look, and there's a woman attached to it. Bonus!"]
All I really need to understand is [Why you're an international superstar who insists on singing his own name at the beginning of every song?]
When you talk dirty to me [So does this mean you learned all the dirty words in a handful of other languages?]
Talk dirty to me [Oh, nope. You just want to know you have what seems like consent.]
Talk dirty to me ["You're a woman. Why aren't you being sexually subservient to me yet?"]
Talk dirty to me ["If your mouth is moving, it'd better be so you can pleasure me."]
Get jazzy on it [Remember, Jason Derulo wants you to carry yourself in a way he and his friends find sexually appealing.]
You know the words to my songs [Anyone that listens to pop radio even once a month is forced to know the words to your songs. And we know your name will be in them at least once.]
No habla inglés ["Look! I learned how a Spanish person would tell me they don't speak English!"]
Our conversations ain't long ["Which is good, because I have no interest in understanding you as a person or pretending to care about you in any way, shape, or form."]
But you know what is [Wow, that's an original "check out my big dick" line. And of course, all women will go straight to bed with you if you brag about your endowment.]
I know what the girl them want, [I really don't think you do, dude.]
London to Taiwan ["Over 6000 miles, though all the cultures of Europe and Asia, and women all want the same thing. To be objectified by an egomaniac such as myself."]
I got lipstick stamps on my passport [So are you popular as soon as you land and go through customs? Is that what you're saying?]
I think I need a new one [I would say it's because the TSA is probably pissed that you've made a mess of your ID, but you mean that you've screwed so many women that you've lost count, don't you?]
Been around the world, don't speak the language ["Because I'm a famous man, so I'm too important to communicate with non-English speakers."]
But your booty don't need explaining [Seriously, Derulo, if you need asses explained to you, you're beyond help]
All I really need to understand is [That this song is a clear representation of a cultural acceptance of misogyny?]
When you talk dirty to me [Mud. Mold. Mildew. Feces. Dust. Slime.]
Talk dirty to me [Oh, you didn't mean list things that are dirty?]
Talk dirty to me [Nah. I'm saving my creative juices for my feminist blog entry.]
Talk dirty to me [Dude. Seriously. Are you done?]
Uno, met your friend in Rio ["We have a mutual friend, so you should talk to me."]
Dos, she was all on me-o [Dude, are you bragging that you had sex with my friend?]
Tres, we can ménage à three though ["You are friends. You are pretty. Therefore, you must want to have sex with me simultaneously. Because I say so."]
Quatro, ooh (2 Chainz!) [Ooh? That's the fourth point in this list of horrible appeals for a threeway?]
[2 Chainz is here now. Maybe he'll talk some sense into Jason Derulo!]
Dos Cadenas, close to genius [He's already a step ahead and can say his own name in Spanish, though I wouldn't go as far as to say it makes him a genius.]
Sold out arenas, you can suck my penis [Why are invitations to perform fellatio so often the conclusions of braggy statements in songs?]
Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck ["Lolz, let's reference an athlete that brought four fucking guns into his team locker room as a result of a financial dispute and then returned to play pro ball after a mere suspension."]
Chest to chest, tongue on neck ["Now I'll throw in something sexual, but FCC acceptable."]
International oral sex ["Another bit of bragging about sexual prowess, because I need to remind you that I'm sexually powerful"]
Every picture I take, I pose a threat ["Part of being a real man is being intimidating, amirite?"]
Bought a jet, what do you expect? ["I am wealthy and therefore you should be impressed and want to please me"]
Her pussy's so good I bought her a pet ["I'm not accustomed to actually connecting with women, but when they please me sexually I feel as though I ought to reward them with material goods, typically live animals"]
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it [By "it," I assume you mean her pussy that inspired you to buy her a live animal? You are aware that it's attached to a person, yes? So you're trying to get to her, not just it?]
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty" ["Because her name and identity aren't important, I just like the way her ass looks."]
Anyway, every day I'm trying to get to it [You do realize this portrays men as sex-hungry, empty-headed testosterone machines that can only think of putting their penises into women?]
Got her saved in my phone under "Big Booty" [Yes, 2 Chainz, you mentioned that. You were no help in putting Derulo on the right track. You can go now.]
Been around the world, don't speak the language [And apparently you have no desire to learn any new ones.]
But your booty don't need explaining ["Which is good, because what man in his right mind makes an effort to actually understand a woman?"]
All I really need to understand is [I wish you'd understand how entirely offensive and irresponsible this song is.]
When you talk dirty to me [Gonna pass on that.]
Talk dirty to me (you you you) [No.]
Talk dirty to me (yeah yeah) [Stop asking.]
Talk dirty to me (talk to me) [This has gone on too long.]
Talk dirty to me (oh yeah) [We're done here.]
Get jazzy on it [I'm gonna go do my thing, which is essentially the opposite of everything you've mentioned in this song.]
What? I don't understand! [Why should I be surprised that you're ending the song with objectifying a Japanese woman by making her sound subservient due to the fact that she doesn't speak English?]
I wish I had walked out of that class and made a request that the gym no longer play this song. I am ashamed that I continued with the class at the gym that day instead of standing up for something that I find so dearly important. The fact that I know without a doubt that my concerns would have been gently humored and then promptly ignored at best or outright ridiculed to my face at worst should not have been a factor.
I think a lot of women feel this way in their attempts to stand up when something that many find innocuous. But I, we, have to learn to accept that the most important cultural changes always meet with heavy resistance at the beginning. I would like to ask everyone, regardless of gender identity or sexuality, to stand together and speak up when oppressive speech of any kind gets a pass as socially acceptable, or even rewarded and revered as in the case of "Talk Dirty."