As I was driving home this afternoon, listening to 92.3 PRO FM with the windows down as all good Rhode Islanders do from time to time, I came upon a red light. I looked in my rear view mirror to see if I should stop short and get into a minor fender bender with a good looking guy with no wedding ring on. I didn't find a strapping, young, single man. Instead, I found what looked to be a mother and two young girls. I'm guessing the girl in the front seat - the focal point of this blog - was in the vicinity of ten years old.
After a commercial break, a new song came on, and, as it started playing in my car, I took another glance at the young girl in the blue car behind me. She was singing...or at least lip-syncing...along to the same song playing in my car. Ha. This could be fun...or totally awkward. Yep - totally awkward.
The song playing was "Wiggle" by Jason DeRulo featuring Snoop Dogg.
Let me reiterate that this young girl was approximately ten...no older than 12 years old. Also, quick reminder, she was a passenger in a car that appeared to be driven by her mother.
If I were in the car today, at the age of 33, with my mother and that song were to come on the radio, I'd either turn it down or change the station. I can't imagine that my mother would appreciate me, at the age of ten, singing along to...
Hot damn it
Your booty like two planets
Go head, and go ham sammich
Whoa, I can't stand it
'Cause you know what to do with that big fat butt
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle
In an instant, I was brought back to 1992 to a time where I would listen to Silk's "Freak Me" and Inner Circle's "Sweat" in my bedroom at the lowest volume setting possible as to not get caught and grounded until I was married off...or forced to live my life as a spinster. (Maybe she did hear me!)
Is it possible that I'm the only person who gets totally embarrassed when being in the same zip code as my parents when a risque song, or scene in a show or movie comes on?
One thing I know for sure is that the young girl in the car this afternoon does not share this same modesty. She could've been a back-up singer for Mr. DeRulo.
So much has changed since 1992 in terms of what is deemed appropriate...or, at least, acceptable...that I fear what society will be like in 20 more years.
