Tumble Together
Taylor Swift has been a sort of subtle and sophisticated
sex symbol, more like a young Lauren Bacall or Audrey Hepburn,
than a typical pop hoochie mama like Ke$ha.
She was selling friendship to the pre-teens and early-teens
who were her biggest fans, but she was also selling a sort
of low-key, nice girl sexuality to them.
Her image is aspirational for girls on the cusp of (or just past)
puberty, it’s sexy, but not threatening and not gross, more like
the A student, homecoming queen in a tight dress.
Tik Tok
And Yet…
Every demographic chooses a pop icon. Gay men worship Cher,
black women love Beyoncé, and neo-Nazis worship Taylor Swift,
a skinny, blonde Pennsylvania girl who they have labeled an
“Aryan Goddess.”
Nazis and members of the “alt right” [an Internet subculture
that is best described as the venn diagram of hipster culture
and white supremacy] have been spreading a conspiracy theory
that Swift is a covert Nazi. They claim Swift’s songs
“red pilled” America into voting for Trump and his populist
racist agenda.
Hidden Sexual
Innuendos in
Pop Sounds
Listen closely. You’ll pick up on the subtly sexual vibes
on these pop songs. For this list, we’ll be looking at the
most notable tracks from the genre that mask not safe for work
references underneath clever lyrics, metaphors, and innuendos.
The Pussycat
Dolls – Buttons
Shakira – Hips
Don’t Lie
Rihanna – Stay
My Anaconda [clean]
My Anaconda [Dirty]
In just the last few years, some of our most popular fantasy stories include material that at one time would have been considered porn.
These include films such as Passengers, Blade Runner 2049, and The Shape of Water, as well as TV shows such as Game of Thrones, Westworld, and Altered Carbon.
Concerns about content like this are often raised in relation to children and teens, whose emotional and physical development make them more impressionable. When it comes to adults, however, we find little concern expressed.
In fact, a lot of people claim to have no issues watching films with explicit sexual content. The material doesn’t affect them—or so they say.
But is this true? And if so, should it be true?
Pop Porn Culture
It’s everywhere – from pop clips to fashion
magazines to advertising. Is the creeping
ubiquity of pornography in our popular culture
changing the way we behave towards each other?
Porn manifests itself in movies, TV, music
videos, fashion. It’s absolutely everywhere.
Nobody quite knows how all this is going to play out
because it’s never happened to this extent before.
Yet there’s a complete lack of open, healthy
dialogue around porn in our society. It’s
everywhere, yet nobody ever talks about it.
Then there’s the usual hysteria surrounding porn.
If you had been reading the Daily Mail recently
you could be forgiven for thinking that all this
sexual imagery has swept over us and turned us
all into hardcore porn addicts.
And now one of the world’s biggest internet providers
has announced it will be offering its four million
subscribers a blanket opt-out for pornography sites.
Utterly pointless. They’re looking in
the wrong place for the solution.
It’s absolutely not about banning
porn. It simply can’t be done.
A study called ‘The History of Modern Pornography’
concluded: “Censorship and opposition to pornography
have had little effect in stemming the tide.
The biological chemistry of sexual desire has outlived
all censorship attempts and will continue to do so.”
Porn & Pop Culture
I was hanging out with my sister clan, catching up on pop-culture stuff. We watched some music videos, looked at a few Instagram accounts, and checked out blogs.
Among the usual duck-lipped selfies and staged paparazzi photos, a theme emerged: Stripper poles, G-strings, boobs, and a lot of tongue action were all now normal accessories for mainstream pop stars.
Across the board the Instamessage seemed to be: “You know you want to have sex with me. Here, take a look at lots of parts of my body.”
Contemporary pop-porn culture has already brought us the Miley Cyrus cross-continental twerk-a-thon and Nicki Minaj’s Halloween pasties.
With the addition of Rihanna writhing on a pole in her “Pour It Up” video, and Lady Gaga’s butt-crack cover art for the song that goes “Do what you want with my body,” I was just done. I’d had enough.
I don’t know when the pornification of pop stars became so extreme, but as Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” video played in the background—naked fantasy women bouncing around and licking things—I realized that the lines were not really blurry at all. They were clear. A new era had arrived.
Let me say up front: I am not a prude. I love sex. I am comfortable with my sexuality. Hell, I’ve even posed in my underwear. But hasn’t it all gone over the top?
All the images seem homogenous. Every star interprets “sexy” the same way: lots of skin, lots of licking of teeth, lots of bending over. I find this boring. Can’t I just like a song without having to take an ultrasound tour of some pop star’s privates?
