Some highlights from my freshman writing class today (we’re talking about critical reading/analysis in lit and film and I assigned each group a song/music video to study).
1. The horrified expressions on people’s faces when they read through and then had to talk about the implication of Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines lyrics. Direct quotes: “Oh my god. I’ve been singing a rape song” and, “well now that song is ruined forever for me.”
2. Listening to 3 white kids attempt to deconstruct Beyonce’s Formation. Direct quotes: "Is this in English?” “I don’t understand, is hot sauce supposed to stand for like, pepper spray during police brutality?” “Why is she sitting on a drowning cop car?” “How does she do that without hurting her neck?”
3. General horror at Pumped up Kicks by Foster the People.
My job > your job.
