(Fear Of) Dirty Laundry

Some people may just call this OCD, but in my mind, it is so much more than that.  Having a stain on my clothes and not having clean clothes is an irrational, yet legitimate, fear of mine.  I may not even be wearing an item of clothing for long and I still throw it in the dirty laundry because you never know.  I can just imagine sitting at lunch during school and spilling on myself, which would then lead to me getting called out to go home and change.  My friends would then laugh and question why I was making such a small thing a big deal, but I don’t succumb to peer pressure.  Nope, not me.   

I’ve always been an extremely neat and tidy person, so if my clothes were to be dirty, it would throw everything off.  Why?  It just would.  I have learned to accept this.  I first realized that this was a fear of mine as a child when my grandma was babysitting my siblings and I.  I don’t remember what spilled on my shirt; however, I remember that it was smack dap right in the middle for everyone to stare at.  I asked my grandma if I could go change my shirt and she said no because we weren’t going anywhere and she didn’t want me to get another shirt dirty.  I guess she did not know how much stress this stain was causing me.  After being told no, I then proceeded to get a wet wash cloth, hid behind a chair, and starting scrubbing furiously, hoping that it would magically disappear.  My grandma found me soon enough and said I could go change, which I immediately did.  Why didn’t I just go change in the first place?  Why did I have to ask for my grandma’s permission? I don’t know.

Today, I would simply go change without asking anyone.  That would just be silly.  My family may make fun of me for how much laundry I have, but that is fine by me.  I’ll fold all the clean laundry my mom dumps on the couch, even if it were to be a mountainous pile, which it normally is considering we have seven people in my house.  I know those clothes are clean, and believe it or not, that makes me happy.

An Analysis: Blurred Lines

This song came out during the summer of 2013, so whenever I hear it, it always takes me back to that time and those memories and I end up finding myself singing along to it in the car.  I like the song and never really thought too much about what the actual meaning of the song was, so personally, I had no idea that this song sparked up so much controversy until I read the articles discussing the lyrics of the song and the music video.  Since reading the articles and watching the video, my opinion hasn't really changed- I still like the song- but I can understand both sides of the argument.

I have to agree with Jennifer Lai when it comes to whether or not the song "reeks of rape."  Yes, the lyrics are not the most appropriate, but that is the same for thousands of other songs out there.  I wouldn't say that our culture revolves around sexual innuendos today, but it is definitely apart of our everyday life, whether we want to admit it or not.  His lyrics are no different than any other song.  If you take apart the lyrics and analyze them, you can come up with a lot of different conclusions as to what they could be referring too.  In the end, whether there was a deeper meaning to the song or not, I think it is very catchy and that is what got him to the top of the charts.

The music video is a different story, however.  I have to admit, the only time I watch music videos to songs is when it is all people talk about due to something worthy of watching with in the video- Wrecking Ball, by Miley Cyrus being a prime example of that- so when I saw the video, I understood where the controversy was coming from.  It was good that the original video was banned because it is very inappropriate and I don't understand why it had to be like that.  To me, it portrayed that women are dependent on men and that having a certain figure is important.  To some extent, I have to agree with Tricia Romano on the fact that the video is degrading to women, but I wouldn't go so far as to say that it suggests women will have sex without consent.  In the end, I think that the video was unnecessary and a better one could have been made, which would have helped the song and Robin Thicke instead of hurting him as much.  There was no reason behind making that kind of video.