Workplace observations.
Aug. 31st, 2009 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For those as don't know, I work in a toy store, where one may observe many things, generally unrelated.
Firstly, children and their parents are carriers of all manner of diseases, and the smaller ones like to chew on things and put their contaminated saliva all over the things I then have to touch, breathe, wear ... I have been sick more often this year than pretty much ... ever.
Secondly, Elvis songs probably are not morally appropriate for children (if you care about those things), not even when seven-year-olds sing them. I am also not entirely certain why Jailhouse Rock isn't as big a gay anthem as, say, YMCA, seeing as it's about as subtle, and way more awesome. Elvis's performance of it (the one with all the jail cells and men in striped shirts) has all manner of grinding going on and rather phallic looking billy clubs, and I'm not actually certain how it made it onto the radio. Perhaps the censors were just that much more naive then? Maybe it's just that I'm more ... worldly? Experienced? Cynical? ... now than I was as a child, but I can actually see now why parents were shocked at the beginning of the rock and roll era. It's not that music was suddenly about sex, it's that the double entendres gave way to much more obvious lyrics.
On the other hand, that doesn't mean I ever intend to stop listening to it, or that my children will be banned from listening to the soul-rotting stuff.
When the souls are good and rotten, though, no one wants to buy or steal them from you. They're all yours, forever and ever, good and safe.
Firstly, children and their parents are carriers of all manner of diseases, and the smaller ones like to chew on things and put their contaminated saliva all over the things I then have to touch, breathe, wear ... I have been sick more often this year than pretty much ... ever.
Secondly, Elvis songs probably are not morally appropriate for children (if you care about those things), not even when seven-year-olds sing them. I am also not entirely certain why Jailhouse Rock isn't as big a gay anthem as, say, YMCA, seeing as it's about as subtle, and way more awesome. Elvis's performance of it (the one with all the jail cells and men in striped shirts) has all manner of grinding going on and rather phallic looking billy clubs, and I'm not actually certain how it made it onto the radio. Perhaps the censors were just that much more naive then? Maybe it's just that I'm more ... worldly? Experienced? Cynical? ... now than I was as a child, but I can actually see now why parents were shocked at the beginning of the rock and roll era. It's not that music was suddenly about sex, it's that the double entendres gave way to much more obvious lyrics.
On the other hand, that doesn't mean I ever intend to stop listening to it, or that my children will be banned from listening to the soul-rotting stuff.
When the souls are good and rotten, though, no one wants to buy or steal them from you. They're all yours, forever and ever, good and safe.