Has anyone ever said “I know you want it” in a good way? #thicke

So, my hat is off to Robin Thicke for successfully getting a large number of shots of attractive boobs on YouTube. Don’t get me wrong; I think these ubiquitous services like Google and Facebook are attacking freedom of speech with their capricious and unevenly enforced supposed rules. But I still tend to feel some respect for someone who wins at hacking the system. In addition to breasts, this video features foot fetish, hair fetish, and goat play.

Painfully, one of the talking points Robin Thicke took on the interview circuit was that the line in his song “that man is not your maker” means the song is somehow feminist. Dude. No. No, it is not. I’m take a poll: Has any woman out there ever had a guy say, “I know you want it” and had that actually been the thing that made her sleep with him? Seriously, let me know. Because I don’t think so. I can imagine the cocaine-y drunk guy at the bar slurring it and getting in, despite that, but not because of it.

Has any man ever said “I know you want it” in a good context? Like where it was hot and not either totally inappropriate or a dealbreaker or, at best, something that might be overcome by good looks and a big dick. To be on the safe side, Robin Thicke points out in the “Blurred Lines” music video that he has a big dick. I think, with all the nudity, put it on the table or shut the heck up. But maybe that’s just me thinking, if you’ve really got it, flaunt it. In the appropriate context. Which a naked video would be.

The topless chicks are really the stars of the video, directed by Diane Martel. If you feel like stalking them on Google, they are models named Emily Ratajkowski, Jessi M’Bengue, and Elle Evans. I think Diane Martel did a great job and you can see why musical artists from REM and The Killers to Fall Out Boy and Adam Lambert would seek out her visual art collaboration. Does having a female director make it feminist? Again: no. No means no.

I don’t know whether the debate about the feminism in “Blurred Lines” is total astroturf or not, but I was going to mention the video (which is definitely NSFW, despite being on YouTube, FYI) anyway. The video is very very pretty, in its fashion. The song is surprisingly not catchy for something with such massive backing. I’m saying that it appears that Interscope positioned Robin Thicke musically somewhere in between Ace of Base and Justin Timberlake. Ya know, kinda pop and kinda retro but still a little bit bad boy in a boy band way. Yet “Blurred Lines” compares unfavorably to both Ace of Base and Justin Timberlake. Mind you, I’m sure this is not going to hurt Robin Thicke or Interscope in the wallet. Edit: I just noted that there is a rumor Justin Timberlake actually wanted to buy this song from Pharrell, along with a competing rumor that Robin Thicke and Pharrell wrote it together in like 45 minutes. Given that Thicke has writing credits on some big pop stuff, including Christina Aguilera, I find it credible that he might have written some of this.

Anyway, I’m apparently thinking about the feminist implications of a pop song with a hooterific video because TMZ is talking about it. I’d like to still enjoy pop music (even if maybe not this song), so sometimes I’ll overlook the occasional misogynist lyric. But only if the music moves me. If only songs with great attitudes about women and gender relations were acceptable listening, we’d have to cancel radio.

I so wish the internet would punch every artist who croons woman-unfriendly lyrics. Not every time they sing. Just every time they claim they were only “joking”. Own what you’ve done or stop doing it.

Lyrics for Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines featuring T.I. and Pharrell

Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

If you can’t hear what I’m trying to say
If you can’t read from the same page
Maybe I’m going deaf
Maybe I’m going blind
Maybe I’m out of my mind

Okay, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
Hey, hey, hey
You don’t need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker

And that’s why I’m gonna take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl

Can’t let it get passed me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it

But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
Hey, hey, hey
What rhymes with hug me?
Hey, hey, hey

Okay, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you’re an animal
Baby, it’s in your nature
Just let me liberate you
Hey, hey, hey
You don’t need no papers
Hey, hey, hey
That man is not your maker
Hey, hey, hey

And that’s why I’m gonna take a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl
Can’t let it get passed me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted

I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
I hate them lines
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead
Get at me

One thing I ask of you
Let me be the one you back that ass to
Yo, from Malibu, to Paribu
Yeah, 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
Then, honey you’re not there when I am
With my foresight bitch you pay me by
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you
He don’t smack that ass and pull your hair like that
So I just watch and wait for you to salute
But you didn’t pick
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I’m a nice guy, but don’t get it if you get with me

Shake the vibe, get down, get up
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you doing like word

Baby can you breathe?
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur, uh huh
No more pretending
Hey, hey, hey
Cause now you winning
Hey, hey, hey
Here’s our beginning

I always wanted a good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You’re a good girl

Can’t let it get passed me
You’re far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you’re a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me

Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey

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