Thursday, July 14, 2011

Real Parenting: Inappropriate Music and the Fun that Follows

Ben had the "coolest teacher ever!!!!" this past year at school. He taught the kids how to listen to the local radio stations on their computers while they were online. Since then, Ben can't have his laptop on without it playing his radio stations of choice: 102.7 Da Bomb and Power 104.3. Maybe you can guess what type music they play? Constant bombardment of Chris Brown, Flo Rida, Pitbull, Rihanna, LMFAO, etc. He's found a favorite in Nicki Minaj. He pretty much thinks she's the best female rapper ever. (Pshaw! Apparently I haven't sufficiently exposed him to Salt. And Pepa. And Left Eye. Ahhh, the good ol' girl rapper days.) Consequently, all my kids are a smidge obsessed with Nicki Minaj right now. Specifically the song Super Bass, which actually is just catchy enough that I like to sing along, too.

But there's a line in the song where she says "somebody please tell him who the F I is." Aside from the wowza horrific grammar, I'm not really interested in the kids adding "eff" or "F" to their vocabulary, so I've cringed when I heard that line of the song in the past. I know darn well that Ben hears the real deal word a LOT at school (the mother-of-all-words is used as all parts of speech here! Have I ever mentioned that? Oh yes! Noun, verb, adjective, conjunction, maybe even punctuation, you name it, they use the word that way!!) and since he prides himself on being able to "rap" along to certain chunks of the song, I'm certain he's paying close enough attention to have caught the line and fully gets the meaning of the "F" in the song. But I've been crossing my fingers the younger kids haven't been picking up on it or understanding it.

I found out last night that Brady has been, in fact, hearing the lyric, but not quite understanding it. I found this out when he muttered after hearing that line in the song "I wonder who Eff-eye is, anyway?" I couldn't help but bust up laughing. In my super parenting style, I laughed and avoided the topic. He didn't direct the question at me so I didn't feel it necessary to explain :)

And we kept singing along to the song.  Aw yeah.


  1. This is so funny, Ang. I feel like I'm teaching my kids about life because of the radio. I had to claim that I didn't know what a disco stick was. My milkshakes bring all the boys to the bar - well, that's just about an ice cream shop. When the satelite radio played "F You" instead of "Forget You", there was just something wrong with the radio. I could go on and on. I guess I'm not teaching them anything, I'm just playing dumb A LOT!

  2. Randomly, while cleaning the house, and listening to 90s on 9, I enjoyed me some salt and peppa. And in my good parenting moment, I sang it to my four year old. Feeling pretty good about that moment. -Terea