Because I received a free trial of satellite radio, I
started listening to the 50’s channel. I
don’t know why I enjoy that music, because, honestly, it’s before my time. Well, mostly.
But I’ve always liked it.
Actually, there’s hardly any music I don’t like. I don’t like opera, but I don’t really count
that because it’s more of an acquired taste, like really, really expensive,
really, really dry red wine, or sudokus.
I don’t like those either.
So, I’m jamming along with the 50s music and I notice the
way the guys describe their girlfriends in song. They sing things like, “I’m living right next
door to an angel,” and “You are my special angel,” and “Heaven on earth, I know
that it happens, only when I’m with you.”
Apparently there was a lot of divinity going on in the 50’s.
I did hear Neil Sedaka sing, “Little devil, I’m going to
make an angel out of you.” Clearly, Neil
was a man with a dark side, but for the most part it was all sweetness and
light and put them on a pedestal-ish.
Take a few minutes and listen to some expressions of endearment in
current music. I wonder if women/girls
today feel more empowered, loved, appreciated, respected, and valued when they
hear, “You da hottest bitch in this place,” than the 50’s girls did who heard
themselves loved for being angels? I
don’t have answers, just questions. How
many of us consistently fall on either end of that continuum? Do we want to?
