It is
amazing how becoming a parent changes your outlook on things. Recently, the
whole family went to a local park to take advantage of the pleasant weather.
There were several other people with the same idea. A birthday party, a few
other families, and then there was a group of young girls (I am guessing 4th
grade) who were practicing a dance routine in the grassy area just beside the
playground equipment. There was a male dance instructor and several teenage
girls that appeared to be mentoring the young ladies. There were also several
parents hanging out in the area watching the rehearsal.
Despite the
volume of the music, they weren’t hindering our enjoyment of the park. In fact,
the only thing that interrupted us was that the instructor kept blowing his
whistle. This too would have gone unnoticed expect my son’s daycare experience
has programmed a very specific response to that sound. He will immediately
cease all recreational activities, exclaim “Uh-oh!”, and seek a place to line
up. After several instances we finally convinced him that it was fine to continue
playing, but I made a mental note to obtain a whistle for the house.
On a few
occasions, he would wander toward the group while they practiced their
routines. It was during one of these times that I started paying attention to
the lyrics that accompanied the driving beat. I finally realized that the song
was entreating the listener to “bend over and let your booty do that yoga”
before warning would-be haters to “back up off my areola.” The first time I
heard it, I was certain that I was mistaken. After all, no one would really
rhyme “booty-yoga” with “areola.” After the second time she said it, I glanced
back at my wife and, upon seeing the look on her face, realized that I had not
misheard the song.
It turns out
that the song was “Yoga” by Janelle Monae. The tune further proved my
hypothesis that lyrical content is irrelevant to a dance song’s popularity. What
in the world is booty yoga? Does it require a specialized mat? I am fairly
certain that she could have changed the hook to “let me sell you a used
Corolla” or “let me be your triscuit holder” and it would not have impacted
sales one way or the other. Don’t believe me? Check out this song that has 160
Million views on YouTube and tell me what it is about.
At any rate,
I would have always found such a scene funny, but before having a daughter I
doubt it would have made me sad. Here was a group of impressionable young women
gyrating to a song about bending over and asking people to remain clear of their
collective nipples. I understand that an infectious beat is a requirement, but
couldn’t they just get an instrumental track for the kids? It is sobering how
comfortable we have become with the sexualization of young girls. We spend time
teaching their bodies to entice attention that their minds are not yet equipped
to process.
Perhaps
fatherhood has made me overly sensitive. Perhaps I should simply be thankful
that a group of young girls have a found a way to collectively pursue their
passion. Or perhaps I believe that in America all children have the God-given
right (cue slow motion flag montage and bald eagle fly-over) to communal
outdoor dance without being subjected to melodies involving nonsensical fitness
regimens and nipple encroachment.