You’re riding down the street. It’s summertime. Windows are down; bass is turned up. The radio is playing the most popular tracks back to back. “U.E.O.N.O” comes on. Rick Ross’s verse starts. You hear, but don’t listen, and you sing along: “Put molly all up in her champagne, she ain’t even know it/I took her home and enjoyed that, she ain’t even know it.” You know all the words and sing along to that and many other songs, with similarly questionable lyrics that you don’t actually give real attention. You get home and read your local news: “Young man charged with rape after drugging numerous girls with the date rape drug, also known as MDMA (Molly).” “That’s messed up,” you may say, because it is, but you turn on your iPod and choose “U.E.O.N.O.” to begin your Genius playlist without a second thought. Later in the week you go to a lounge with your friends — laughing, joking, and having a good time. You realize someone is missing. You ask where so-and-so is. “You didn’t know? She met a guy at a bar and he drugged her with molly and raped her. She’s fine, now though.” You immediately feel moved to advocate for justice for so-and-so. “U.E.O.N.O.” is playing in the background.
Through all of this you may never take a minute to even draw a connection between the heinousness of the lyrics you sing and the events going on around you be it on the local news or in your backyard. Of course the lyrics don’t make the situations happen but don’t you think it’s ironic how we care more about these situations when they happen close to home versus when we see them on a TV show? It’s also ironic that we praise these artists and their lyrics when they talk about these things that, if they were to happen in our daily lives, would cause a disturbance in our happiness.