My Confession…

From the “Your faithful blogger stands athwart pop culture and yells WTF?” department.

Lately I’ve been listening to this station in the mornings because they don’t talk a lot (no DJ) and I need all the help I can get to get myself moving.  But there’s one song (make sure your pop-up blocker is fully engaged before clicking) in particular that’s been bugging me.

Let’s set the background first, which includes infidelity and an unexpected pregnancy:

Now this gon’ be the hardest thing I think I ever had to do
Got me talkin’ to myself askin’ how I’m gon’ tell you
‘bout that chick on part 1 I told ya’ll I was creepin’ with, creepin’ with
Said she’s 3 months pregnant and she’s keepin’ it
The first thing that came to mind was you
Second thing was how do I know if it’s mine and is it true
Third thing was me wishin’ that I never did what I did

He can keep wishing that until the sun implodes, but wishes are worth what he paid for them.  Anyhow, after screwing everything up, he whines that this is “the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do.”

This by far is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever had to do
To tell you, the woman I love
That I’m having a baby by a woman that I barely even know
I hope you can accept the fact that I’m man enough to tell you this

You know, I can almost believe that it is the hardest thing he’s had to do.  He obviously has no experience doing the real hard thing, which is living up to his obligation not to screw around on his girlfriend (and that’s not even mentioning the danger of what he’s likely bringing home from his unprotected encounter with the other woman and exposing his girlfriend to; this bugs me no end, because I know a young woman who got a really nasty, lifetime surprise of high-risk HPV from her no-good ex-boyfriend, one that will likely mean she can’t ever have children). 

I don’t like people who break their promises and then whine about the consequences.  I’m not one of those social conservatives who rails about people screwing around (heck, I’m not even a conservative).  Instead,  I think about things in terms of commitments (sort of like contracts, actually).  People can do whatever they want with one another, provided that everything is consensual and all parties are aware of and fully understand the terms.  There’s a wronged party in this situation who only found out after the fact, once the damage had been done.  If he wanted a “chick on the side”, he should have found someone who was OK with that. 

I know, this is just a song.  I need to get out of here and hit the range.  I missed my fix last week.

Comments are closed.