I don’t really blog about pop culture stuff, but after the VMA’s, I believe that it is my civic duty as an American to suggest someone shove Robin Thicke down a drainpipe with a plunger.
I won’t even get started on his duet with Miley Cyrus, because there will be plenty of that cirulating the internet already. I’m no musical artist, but that shit show looked like a ranky salad of Katy Perry and Lady Gaga tossed together and left in the fridge too long. Go back to country music. If they’ll take you.
But I digress.
“Blurred Lines”. You catch us off guard with your catchy beat and hey, hey, hey’s . We are all certifiably dumber simply for the lack of brain capacity it takes to sing along. But WTH are you singing about?
It’s possible Thicke addresses controversial issues behind his slurry lyrics. Is “You’re far from plastic” in reference to environmental concerns? Does “Okay, now he was close/Tried to domesticate you” and “Let me liberate you” discuss animal rights? Does girls playing with Hot Wheels confront gender confusion?
Or maybe it’s just a catchy song about those oily guys who lurk in clubs on weeknights.
The only thing great about the music video is Pharrell’s silver tracksuit. Like, seriously. That’s fabulous.
One would even say…a silver lining.
Okay. That’s all I have to say.