A little over a week ago the boys started singing a song.
Can't read my, can't read my
I ignored it for a few days then finally had to ask.
"How do you know this song?"
"Some girls did a Blue Man Group thing to it during the 5th Grade Talent Show!" which was followed by an impressive recreation of these girls' performance. If they really did all that the boys showed me, it was truly a lovely tribute to those three men with blue heads.
However, there are plenty of songs from Blue Man Group itself that they could have chosen to accompany their performance.
These schoolgirls didn't have to use a song that says:
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun
'Cus I'm bluffing with my muffin
Now in the music video, while singing that muffin line, Lady Gaga points at her crotch. Clearly, my kids are not seeing that video before they are, oh, 92 years old mainly because I don't want to hear:
"So mom, if a girl's privates is her 'muffin', what's a donut? Or a scone? Does orange juice describe some private part too?"
Lady Gaga is out to ruin breakfast.
I have no problem with her music, her lyrics or her video. Have fun madame Lady.
I have a problem with parents of fifth graders (ages 10 and 11 years old) singing and performing to a song that promotes violence in relationships and quite frankly takes food to a place I don't want my 8 year olds, or 5 year old, thinking about.
And let's not forget that I teach sex ed. In my church.
So this is not a slam against the 5th Grade Talent Show, the school or the staff. This is a slam against parents who don't have the sense to listen to the songs their children are listening to and saying "no". Because once you've got a song in your head - even as an 8-year-old - you can't very well banish it.
I've since learned that a second grade classmate of one of my sons has the entire Lady Gaga album.
Great. What will be the next song they'll sing? Perhaps Lady Gaga's "Let's Dance"? That fabulous celebration of getting drunk, losing your friends, forgetting the name of the club you are in and waking up to find your shirt is on inside out from, as a friend of mine surmises, date rape.
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