In case you haven’t heard, there’s a football team based in Washington, D.C. called “The Redskins.” You may also have heard that the name is a racial slur. Seriously, it’s a dictionary-defined offensive term.
Recently, the Daily Show did a segment on the issue that collected some of the arguments for keeping the name and revealed some of the fans’ hypocrisy. Let’s take start with a quote from one of them.
If the name is changed, and I have children someday, what will I pass on to them?
How about you pass on your misplaced sense of persecution? Or, you could buy a new shirt with the new logo and pass that down to your kids. Or pass down your love of football and let your kids buy their own merchandise. Really, though, the questions you should be more concerned about is whether you want your kids to have a father who cares more about keeping his sweatshirt up to date than the disenfranchisement of an entire people.
Since the idea for this blog arose from discussing Meghan Trainor’s songs with a friend, it seems only fitting to make that the topic of the first post. If you’d like to know more about what this blog will be about or my general feelings about pop culture, view the “About” tab up top. Though, if you’re reading now, I hope you stick around and leave a comment below.
With that out of the way, on to the show.
Meghan Trainor is the bubbly pop singer who rocketed to stardom with the “body-acceptance” anthem “All About the Bass.”
She’s all about the pastels, too.
The song is incredibly catchy and dance-worthy, but it’s…well…problematic as well. It both denigrates skinny body types while continuing to base the worth of a female’s body on whether it appeals sexually to a man. More than that, there are some race implications that suck hard-core. Namely, a white woman should not be singing about “bringing booty back” while using black women as marginalized accessories in her video. Black and latino women, by the way, actually did bring booty back.
But that song has been talked about enough (and analyzed much better than I could). I’d like to talk about another Meghan Trainor song that should finally cement her as completely uninterested in female empowerment. This song is unimaginatively titled “Dear Future Husband” and tells her future husband how he should treat her if he ever wants to have sex again.