Saturday, September 14, 2013

Dear Mr. Thicke,

Dear Mr. Thicke,
The only blurred line I believe is the fog that must have overtaken your brain.
Today was the first day I stumbled upon your music video and I found myself looking around my empty living room in disbelief (or a man to punch).
Are you trying to tell me that my NO really means YES?
Are you saying my job as a woman is to twirl my long hair and suck on my finger?

Hey Robin....stop classifying every women as a classless, man needing, desperate, slutty, mindless object.
Did you even read your lyrics?  Ohh...probably because you don't write your own music.
Here, I'll type them out for you, but only if my super slow woman brain can find the right letters on the keypad.
I guess as long as I'm sexy and can stroke your ego we are all good, right Mr. Thicke?

OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal, baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you.
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Yeah, I had a bitch but she ain't bad as you
So hit me up when you passing through
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on, even when you dress casual
I mean it's almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare, would 
Pull a Pharside let you pass me by
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you
So I just watch and wait for you to salute
But you didn't pick
Not many women can refuse this pimpin'
I'm a nice guy, but don't get it if you get with me

And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it

I can't believe the things we get fired up about as a society and then this our song of the summer.
I guess "cool" surpasses respect for women.

HEY HEY HEY.....I'm not the one that you need to be worried about, Mr. Thicke. In a few decades, I am going to have an independent, fiery 22 year old woman that I raised and she's the one that you need to be worried about coming and kicking you in the balls.

I'd put your cup on now.


Well, Mr. Thicke, I have maxed out my time out of the kennel as you know..............an animal and all.  

And for the record....I don't want it.