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"Oh, they aren't listening to the words. They just like the beat." I don't know why you aren't listening to me, when I tell you that they do. There's no way they can't. I don't know how you continue to turn a blind eye, while your nine year olds mouth the words "menage a trois" as they jump around on the dance floor. You doing nothing is doing serious damage. They will grow up believing that if the words that turn women into objects were so wrong, Mom would have stopped them. The will grow up thinking that if they were really worth more than what records say they are, You would have told them. They aren't listening to the words. The words are raising them.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
They Aren't Listening
"Oh, they aren't listening to the words. They just like the beat." I don't know why you aren't listening to me, when I tell you that they do. There's no way they can't. I don't know how you continue to turn a blind eye, while your nine year olds mouth the words "menage a trois" as they jump around on the dance floor. You doing nothing is doing serious damage. They will grow up believing that if the words that turn women into objects were so wrong, Mom would have stopped them. The will grow up thinking that if they were really worth more than what records say they are, You would have told them. They aren't listening to the words. The words are raising them.
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
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