The crowd clearly knows exactly what’s going on, sniggering throughout, and the whole thing’s a testament to just how filthy music could be, even in an era that was still comparatively conservative. Salt-N-Pepa — “Push It” It’s not so much the lyrics — although they do push the envelope somewhat, particularly the “Can’t you hear the music’s pumping hard/ Like I wish you would? No, it’s that filthy synth bass, the aural equivalent of something humping your leg.
Anyway, the spectacle got us thinking about our favorite dirty songs, the best of which we have shared after the jump. It’s so indecent, in fact, that this would sound dirty even if it had no lyrics at all.
, Kathleen Winsor It’s more lusty than erotic (far too many “. It was also the first book I remember that introduced me to the idea that women can use sex to disarm, control and manipulate men, which when you’re fourteen seems utterly inconceivable. These were the same grown-ups who’d enthusiastically pressed Blume’s adolescent books in your hands. ) graduated to sexier themes, there you were harshly whispering to your best friend on the sidewalk outside said library that she should be the one to take out the book because she was eleven months older than you, the only time you’d concede that she actually had something over on you.
But it introduced me to the ‘plucky heroine,’ living by wits and sexual charm to stay alive and to thrive. These were Judy Blume’s ‘adult’ books, and to get them, you had to face grown-ups at the library.
So lines like this were totally lost on me: I took you to an intimate restaurant / Then to a suggestive movie / There’s nothing left to talk about / Unless it’s horizontally. When I still didn’t get it, she leaned over and whispered conspiratorially in my ear: “Because it’s about sex.” By then I knew what sex was, technically speaking, but I considered it some amorphous adult activity that held very little interest for me at that point, boys still being duly classified as “gross” and decisively cootie-fied.
I didn’t know what “horizontally” meant, geometrically speaking, let alone its sexual subtexts. But it wasn’t long until I got to be thirteen, fourteen, fifteen—and then I started to get what “Physical” and a host of other songs were really talking about.
Some of these quips are so dirty we're kinda surprised the censors didn't send 'em the way of Joey's shower curtain when Rachel moved in.
All of my friends have read it, and none of them have waxed longingly about those sex scenes, however racy. And in the back of every young reader’s mind is the same fearful question: Would my parents be happier if I didn’t exist? ) and watched her interviews, including one with Tom Snyder, to see why women so easily opened up to her. She talks about taking sexual initiative in sharp, sweet, smart ways; we could use more of that frank talk now.
(Not counting avid e-readers.) Much ink has been spilled about the popularity of these books – the why and the how – the intricate dynamic between Ana and Christian and that contract. I think erotica sells largely because people don’t tend to lend these books out.
The older siblings, for lack of other prospects—they are locked in an attic! But despite its erotic content, I don’t think it’s the incestuous sex that has created a lasting impact. That’s the real revelation—that being separated from her children doesn’t ignite Corrine’s maternal instincts – it extinguishes them. After reading these meaty, (dark) lucid fantasies from women varying in ages, marital status, sexual orientation, etc, I Googled her (do it!
The plot: four beautiful siblings are hidden in the attic so their mother could pass herself off as single and inherit a fortune. She is no longer interested in being a mother of four children, and keeps the news of her own father’s death, an event that was supposed to signal the children’s liberation, secret. , Nancy Friday “Spanking: A Romance,” Daphne Merkin First, Friday’s brilliantly researched and humane study of the female psyche.
Readers have personal, passionate relations (ahem) with these books, so they’re less likely to press them into other people’s hands, and more likely to browbeat their friends into buying their own copies.
The good folk at Dangerous Minds are great at unearthing amazing You Tube rarities, and they outdid themselves last week with a 1971 performance by Ike and Tina Turner, which goes down in history as one of the most subtly filthy live performances we’ve ever seen — it’s basically one long allusion to oral sex, with Tina spending most of her time doing very, very suggestive things to the microphone, and while Ike’s ophidian glare still gives us the creeps, he does make some glorious slurping noises into his own mic.