This matched Gaga's other Christmas stunt, releasing a simple, stupid new song on Dec. 25 blatantly titled "Stuck on F---in' You." It dropped the F-bomb five times. The Huffington Post loved it: "Think of her as a raw, hyper-sexualized Santa Claus, slinking down the chimney to mingle with the flames of your yule log."
The aerobic desperation in this woman's urge to offend must be exhausting. What's worse is how some entertainment writers wallow in this musical sludge, as if Beethoven was reincarnated.
NPRs Powers, without really condemning this morality-shredding trend, underlined its intensity: "Pop has hardly just developed this pretty potty mouth. But never have so many artists spilled profanity so blissfully or embraced salaciousness with such ease. There's a sort of carefree, cheerful quality about such naughtiness now."
The good cheer in the profanity isn't always obvious, but it's definitely carefree. Music stars and their promoters don't really fear the Federal Communications Commission, since young people have migrated away from FCC-regulated broadcast TV and radio to get their songs downloaded directly from iTunes. They watch the videos on their laptops, iPads and smart phones. Powers turned to professor Kembrew McLeod to proclaim, "The graphic language boundary pushing has much to do with the fact that kids now listen to music largely through unfiltered sources like YouTube, which the FCC doesn't touch."
Powers concluded this whole shock epidemic is a sign "of the fantasies we share but don't always know now to handle, of the arguments that were begun and never finished, and of the conversations we still desperately need to have." That sounds profound for a second. But it suggests that the profanity and the sexploitation it often describes might just be socially uplifting.
Can anyone imagine a parent being grateful for having to explain to a grade-school child what Katy Perry meant by "melt your Popsicle"? Sleazy pop songs might be a conversation starter, but as a warning about how not to speak or behave. There's no happy talk that can avoid this fact: The music industry slides lower each year into the gutter, interested only in making a quick buck through our lowest common denominators.