So I’ll be the first to admit I love “All About the Bass” with every fibre of my, often pretty shameful, taste in music. It’s upbeat, it’s funny and sassy and if I wake up feeling hideous it always puts me in a better mood. I recently sang a version behind the fish counter at work including the line “I’m all about the bass, the sea bass, no turbot” which was pretty horrendous but yeah I love this song. However, Trainor has been criticised by many for supposedly “skinny shaming” and “basing her self worth on the opinions of men” after singing about boys liking a bit more booty to hold at night. When I hear that lyric I didn’t immediately imagine people having sex, I imagined a couple being asleep but with the guy just holding this woman’s arse all night which is weird and he should stop.
Okay sure, I see the point people are making but in interviews Trainor simply laughs off these comments as she explains that she wrote a song and made some funny, clever lyrics, its how she makes money give the girl a break (such as the bit where she goes “na I’m just playing”- you know, the bit in the song where she explains that calling people skinny bitches was a joke, because it was) but okay if she wrote it she gets all the grief for it right?
Wrong.
I myself find that if I mention that I like the song to people I occasionally get a rant about how I’m encouraging skinny shaming, I’m not, I’m listening to a song. I love skinny people, all my friends are skinny, they are also all bitches, skinny bitches! It’s like Robin Thicke all over again, instead of just the artist getting bashed for writing controversial lyrics, people who enjoy the song for the catchy tune, or for memories it brings back or whatever reason, get slated as well.
So my point here is this, if people like a certain song there’s no need to assume they like it because they agree wholeheartedly with every word of the song and so there’s no need to lay into them for it. For example, I quite like the song “I wanna have your babies” by Natasha Bedingfield (remember her?) but this doesn’t mean I’m desperate for Johnny to pop a bun in the oven. Oooh that reminds me funny story…
if you don’t want to read my over sharing or you are my mother please stop reading now 🙂
So basically there was a small concern that maybe I was pregnant, like teeny tiny concern I was probably just being melodramatic I’m on the pill so yeah complete overreaction. So I dutifully sent Johnny out to buy a pregnancy test, a Waitrose essentials one no less because I am a classy individual. So I was there reading away and it says to remove the cap, hold the thumb grip and wee on the absorbent strip. So instead of looking at the picture I looked at the midstream (that’s what they’re called, that caused great confusion when I thought it meant you could only wee on it mid-stream- so there was a lot of clenching) and saw a fabric bit on one end. Great that must be the absorbent strip. So I took the lid off and went about my business then put the cap back on (confused as to why as I’d just weed on the other end) and then I waited…
“Oh bloody essentials range doesn’t even work not getting any reading I’m going to have a child nooooo” was pretty much my response… So then I looked at the picture. Turns out the fabric patch is the thumb grip. who knew eh? So there was Johnny desperate to know if he needed to start looking for a better job to support Johnny Jr and I had to admit that I am too stupid to realise you wee on the bit with a cap on…
(did another one an hour later and there are no buns in the oven, panic over)