I am not a rap music person. Never have been. Something about the incessant use of curse words paired with lurid descriptions of women's physical attributes disturbs me...Anywhooooo...I must break my rule of "TURN THAT OFF" whenever I hear the song "Gold Digger" by what's-his-name (you know, the one who turned the entire world of teenage girls, moms, and creepy-stalker guys against him when he interrupted Taylor Swift's acceptance speech...that guy). Admittedly, I only heard the song because it was on Glee and subsequently, is on the GleeCd, which is, of course, on my iPod. Just thought it was important to preface this discussion of "Gold Digger" by giving you some basis as to why I would be listening to that guy...what IS his name? The Taylor-Swift-Interrupter-guy. So much for notoriety being better than anonymity.
So, back to the topic...yeah, "Gold Digger". Have you ever actually listened to it? It is a fitting illustration of that old adage that we have all been quoted, "You made your bed..." I always hated hearing those adages, but as I hear those words pop out of my mouth in conversations with my children, I am amazed that there is ever any debate over evolution - I mean, really, if we have been evolving into higher life forms, wouldn't we have come up with some better sayings by now?
Ok...where was I? Hmmmm...rap music, Taylor Swift, Glee, "Gold Digger", stalkers, iPod, adages, evolution...just a day in the life, people.
So, why on earth was this guy in a beauty salon (if he is a hairdresser, I do not think he would be going after said gold-digging female. It is highly more likely that he would be discussing and/or coveting her Louis Vuitton, if you ask me)? Also, if he met her in a salon with this designer (hence, expensive) purse, would not alarm bells be gonging in his head? 'Cause any woman could have told him that beauty salon + designer accessories = WATCH OUT AND HOLD ON TO YOUR WALLET BECAUSE YOU JUST WON YOURSELF A HIGH MAINTENANCE WOMAN...just sayin'...
I am just thrilled that I will be able to label this blog with evolution and Louis Vuitton. That is the coolest thing ever. Now, I have a goal to come up with the most interesting combinations of blog labels, because that is just how I roll. Now I gotta figure out how to put pictures in this thing...because I could have soooooo much fun with that.
Back on topic. Oh, by the way, if you are going to read this, be prepared. I have a very difficult time staying on topic. I like to attribute it to a brilliant mind that moves at the speed of light, but my husband attributes it to ADD. Who said we have to agree on everything?
Why does "Gold Digger" hold a special spot in my playlist? It just makes me laugh. It is a classic example of what happens to us humans when we "follow our hearts" (yeah, yeah, yeah, I know it was not his heart he was concerned with, but gotta keep it family-friendly here). When we pursue things that look good to us at the moment, blindly and without careful consideration, disappointment and regret usually occur. I have fallen victim to that so many times, and am just now to the point at thirty-thr...er, you know, in my adult life, that I actually think before I speak (sometimes) and do not chase down all the shiny things that catch my attention without first weighing the list of possible consequences against the potential benefits. Impulsivity (is that even a word?)can be endearing, but at some point, it becomes as old and irritating as the temper tantrums kids throw in the store for candy.
My point is (although, dear reader, you may doubt there is one) that "Gold Digger" embraces and promotes the ideals of modern society. Have the fun of your choosing (after all, this is a republic), then complain, whine, moan, gripe, and take microphones away from award recipients when things turn sour (like how I worked that back in there?). I guess my amusement at this song is an ironic, wry sort. A flicker of recognition at the foibles of the (this) human heart. Although a cutie with a Louis Vuitton is not my particular brand of poison...
