Teenie porn
I’m writing this first thing in the morning as it’s my day off today. I am actually ‘blogging in my pyjamas’ or would be if I had any. Jim-jams? Who gets dressed to go to bed? There’s something vaguely juvenile if not pervy about that. A gentleman should wear a dressing gown (Old joke; Is anything worn under it – no, everything’s working fine.).
Mrs Sticker had switched on the TV and was munching her museli whilst idly looking at music video’s on channel 4 I think. I stopped on my way through the room to admire the mobile scenery on screen.
Now call me an old fogey if you like, but my musical tastes, in ‘popular’ music at least, require that performers write their own tunes and play their own instruments, rather than the rather anodyne tunes punched into the current music charts. I’m also fond of the odd bit of JS Bach and Stravinski, but that’s rather off topic. What I saw was just clone-nineteen year old girls singing, dancing and clever camera tricks. Albeit some very highly skilled choreography and camerawork. Overall impression that raised itself in my mind (and lower down) yes, was the vague, but very male, thought that it might be nice to shag all the female artistes. I used to feel the same way about the female dancers when ‘Top of the pops’ was at it’s height.
The dance routines themselves seemed to owe more to lap dancing than being driven by the music itself. Not that I’ve got anything about lap dancing. Apart from the prices you understand.
I’m always reminded some of the lyrics from the old Dire Straits number, ‘Money for nothing’ when I see stuff like this. The ‘sexy’ dance routines seem to me at least to be rather pornographic from a vacuous ‘look at me I’m gorgeous’ point of view. Empty as celebrity and as forgettable as last years politics (Unless you keep a copy of Hansard.).
Oh dear. Mrs Sticker has read this over my shoulder and made some pointed remarks about buckets of cold water and possible divorce if action should follow thought. Time to get dressed and walk the dog.
Mrs Sticker had switched on the TV and was munching her museli whilst idly looking at music video’s on channel 4 I think. I stopped on my way through the room to admire the mobile scenery on screen.
Now call me an old fogey if you like, but my musical tastes, in ‘popular’ music at least, require that performers write their own tunes and play their own instruments, rather than the rather anodyne tunes punched into the current music charts. I’m also fond of the odd bit of JS Bach and Stravinski, but that’s rather off topic. What I saw was just clone-nineteen year old girls singing, dancing and clever camera tricks. Albeit some very highly skilled choreography and camerawork. Overall impression that raised itself in my mind (and lower down) yes, was the vague, but very male, thought that it might be nice to shag all the female artistes. I used to feel the same way about the female dancers when ‘Top of the pops’ was at it’s height.
The dance routines themselves seemed to owe more to lap dancing than being driven by the music itself. Not that I’ve got anything about lap dancing. Apart from the prices you understand.
I’m always reminded some of the lyrics from the old Dire Straits number, ‘Money for nothing’ when I see stuff like this. The ‘sexy’ dance routines seem to me at least to be rather pornographic from a vacuous ‘look at me I’m gorgeous’ point of view. Empty as celebrity and as forgettable as last years politics (Unless you keep a copy of Hansard.).
Oh dear. Mrs Sticker has read this over my shoulder and made some pointed remarks about buckets of cold water and possible divorce if action should follow thought. Time to get dressed and walk the dog.
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