I took my time with it, remained calmed and realized that it wasn't some 20 year old flat-assed white girl with grungy looking tongue and a bad voice that was making me mad.

During my break from my blog, nothing screamed to me to get back to typing as the Miley Cyrus performance of last Sunday.  I took my time with it, remained calmed and realized that it wasn't some 20 year old flat-assed white girl with grungy looking tongue and a bad voice that was making me mad.  It was the song that was being performed with Robin Thicke, Blurred Lines, that was making me mad...at myself. This song is a constant reminder at how lax I am as a mother.

The radio has absolutely blown up with this song.  And I love it--it's a different, retro type of beat.  I can't get tired of it--I listen to it during my drive to and from work as well as during my run in the afternoon.  But it's a bad song--have you, not listened to the "radio friendly" lyrics but read what they are actually saying?  It rubs against every female sensibility that I was taught.  Regardless, I still listen and, even giggle at what is "blurred" out over the airwaves.  And Laurel listens to it too.  She likes it but has no idea what is being said and I leave it at that.

But then this performance happens.  Everyone is appalled--the twerking, the foam finger, etc.  (I only know one person who was smart enough to point out the atrocious geriatric shoes.)  But I really didn't hear a lot about the song.  I really didn't need too--I shouldn't let my girls listen to that song just like I shouldn't let them watch those obnoxious Disney tween shows or use the Ipad for hours.  This song is just another nail into the coffin of bad freakin' motherhood.  It's really going to bite me in the ass when Rachel will randomly ask, "What rhymes with hug me?"  And I know she is going to ask loudly, in front of several people.

For some reason, the focus is on a poorly executed twerk.  (That wasn't twerking--there is a very nice woman out of the South Bronx named Sweet Boogie who does an excellent tutorial on YouTube.  Good twerking is about a good squat.  Perhaps Miley forgot that move because she was obsessed with her tongue.)  The focus should be on a very well played song.  But this song is still going to be played and played by me...but only when I am alone.