Don’t Pick On Thicke

We shouldn’t ban Blurred Lines – it’s empowering, argues Sophie Thompson


Ah, ‘Blurred Lines,’ one of the latest controversial musical offerings (aside from a certain Miss Cyrus) that appears to have outraged dormant feminists everywhere.

As many will know, the song has already been banned by the University of Edinburgh amid claims that it glorifies rape and sexual violence towards women.

The song clearly isn’t an anthem for wannabe sex offenders. In fact, as females, we should be embracing the song and its accompanying video.

Nestled within the “offensive” track, the lyric “I hate those blurred lines” is clearly a quip about eradicating gender difference, and celebrating female prevalence and sexuality in the bedroom.

Whatever he’s seeing, farmer Pharrell seems to be pretty impressed.

We all know what rhymes with “Hug me,” but why should we females be afraid to say that and make the first move when it comes to sex?

And let’s talk about that video. Many have commented on the explicitness of the naked women, but why should women have to cover up anyway?

What is it about the female form that we should be ashamed of?

It’s perfectly OK for us women to perve shamelessly over a topless David Beckham, so why is society so against females being topless too?

Performed by law students from New Zealand, a ‘Blurred Lines’ parody.

The female body is a thing of curvaceous beauty, and one shouldn’t be forced to hide it.

Also, enough with the witch hunt against those involved with the song already.

The chances are these opposing and outspoken ‘feminists’ (who clearly have too much time on their hands) have probably never cared to listen to any other tracks by Robin Thicke anyway.

It’s unlikely they’ve heard songs such as ‘Lovely Lady’ and ‘Lost Without U’ where, instead of taking the female form for granted and expressing objectifying thoughts on women, he clearly seems to respect and worship it.

Yes, the rather graphic snippet about tearing one’s derriere is a bit much.

Congratulations, T.I. and Robin #Thicke, on the size of your penises.

After all, how many of us would honestly put that on our to-do list?

Not that many, I imagine, but let’s look at it another way: how many guys would genuinely want to massacre their girlfriend/one night stand/fuckbuddy like that?

The answer: probably not that many either.

It’s blatantly clear that the lyric is just a crass metaphor to show how big T.I’s dick (supposedly) is instead of a desire to go around maiming women.

Let’s leave Robin Thicke and his big dick alone, then, and stop throwing accusations around that he, T.I and Pharrell are the ringleaders of rape.

Does anyone else get what this angry-looking mask is all about?