Anti-Climacus

SAME AS IT EVER WAS: I dislike the Black-Eyed Peas as much as the next person, but this slight variation on a common conservative critique about culture strikes me as obviously wrong:

This generation is growing up fast—-one casual click away from hardcore butt-pumping. Perhaps for them, Fergie’s high-priced humps are just innocuous objects of fascination. Still, it doesn’t take a total square to interpret “I wonder if I take you home/ Would you still be in love, baby… in love, baby…” as a foreboding sing-a-long for single mothers. The consequences of a free-lovin’ frenzy have never been a concern for the hype machine. It’s a new age of the child, and Slut-tastic Pop is a haphazard expression of the Sexual Revolution.

It's funny, because one of my old bosses once told me that when his military high school met up with the local all-girls school, they were forbidden to play "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" for fear it might give the wrong idea about what the girls should be doing for the boys--and this was all pre-sexual revolution.