‘It’s not as truly hostile about Americans as say “Born in the U.S.A.”: it’s merely sardonic. I was traveling in Java when [its] first McDonald’s went up: it was like, “for fuck’s sake.” The invasion by any homogenised culture is so depressing, the erection of another Disney World in, say, Umbria, Italy, more so. It strangles the indigenous culture and narrows expression of life.’
It’s an unfortunate crime we’re all guilty of, often not recognising the error until a night of drunken karaoke rears it’s ugly head. Here are a few of my personal favourites:
Roxette –‘You’ve gotta get dressed, for safe sex”
Laugh all you want, it’s good advice and may well have been the beginning of my education on such matters.
Alanis Morrisette – “F*** you”
When I first heard this song, I was disgusted. The song took on a completely different feel when I was corrected on this one.
Bananarama – ‘Venus’
My third, and final confession is by far the worst. In the late 80s, my brother and I dissolved into fits of laughter when the film clip for this song came on the television. I clearly remember our cousins (who were staying over) and parents being puzzled about what was so funny. So now, a decade or two later, I shall reveal all…
We thought they were singing “penis” and “vagina”, not “venus” and “fire”. “Put your penis, in my vagina. Your desire.”
Remember that day we were in the car with mum and dad? It was just the four of us. Dad still had the old car and we were driving along a stretch of road which ended at a T-intersection. We were singing along so loud that dad was distracted and nearly ran into the sign marking the end of the road!
I’ve no idea where we were going. All that mattered was having fun along the way.