By MIA FREEDMAN
So I’m driving along in my car with the kids in the backseat, tapping the steering wheel and happily nodding my head while I sing about brutally anally raping a girl.
You’ve probably done the same thing. Sung about rape in the shower, at the bus-stop, on your way to work, in the playground, at the breakfast table with your family without realising that’s what you were actually singing about.
Or maybe you sang about anal rape while you were watching The Voice final. Maybe you hummed along with Robin Thicke as he performed his number one song, Blurred Lines, to a live audience of millions of Australians, most of them families.
Clearly I’m not the only one who wasn’t paying attention to the grotesque lyrics of this catchy tune.
Congratulations Robin Thicke. You have unofficially plunged the music industry’s treatment and depiction of women below the gutter and into the foulests depths of the sewer.
You can watch the “clean” video clip for Blurred Lines below, and the unrated NSFW version here.
Now let’s talk a calm stroll through the lyrics of this song – because you may be surprised when you read what they are.