This morning I woke up with George Thorogood bragging in my head about how every woman he meets stays satisfied. Dude, enough with the talking yourself up already. Yes, if I met you I would be satisfied, because your attitude would make me go as far away from you as possible and I'd find that very satisfying.
I know George has lots of folks who like his music. I know some of them probably have knuckles that don't drag on the ground. There may even be the odd cycling environmentalist with a PhD that likes them a bit of Born To Be Bad.
But for me, it conjures Dargaville. Or, more accurately, the people that used to make up my social group in Dargaville. Bear in mind that Drags has a population of 3000, and so the pool to select friends from one's own age group totals about 20. You have to be tolerant or be a loner. I should've been a loner.
Anyway, yes. Sitting round tables smoking weed, drinking beer, fiddling with V8 engine blocks on the dining room floor, denigrating women, asians and anyone else who wasn't a knuckle-dragger with a V8, a black t-shirt and a munted liver - and listening to George Thorogood. That's what people do in Dargaville in their spare time.
And this morning, when I woke up with that song in my head, and thought about the lyrics for the first time in years, I just thought "What.The.Fuck." I started thinking about the attitude that's encouraged by the catchiness of the song combined with the words.
When I walk the streets kings and queens step aside.. What I see I make my own... I make a rich woman beg, I'll make a good woman steal..
and this bit?
I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
So, um.. you want to be mine, mine alone, but you plan to continue breaking hearts (ie, cheating on me) until you die. Yes, good one, that'll get me to lay down for you. *nod*
Maybe I'm overthinking this. But having those lyrics in my head gave me a bad taste in my mouth and a small amount of nausea in my stomach, because I have lived the kind of life that attitude produces in men.
No thanks. George Thorogood and all of his drivel can fuck the fuck off as far as I'm concerned.
*badgers badgers badgers*
Anyway... in OMGWTF news, this:
And, my camera has died. I must fix this situation. Know anyone who does reasonable camera repairs, or not worth it? It's a Fuji Finepix 5Mp, about 2 years old.