Kill Your Radio

Update: Thanks to Lauren for cluing me in to the name of the song and who performs it.

Via suburban blight.

Kelley has a very funny post up about the dangers of listening to radio with your kid in the car, frantically changing stations when something not-suitable-for-innocent-ears comes on.

I had a similar moment once, on a roadtrip to a family reunion. My dad was driving and I was sharing the back seat with my niece, who must have been around 7 or 8 at the time. My folks had the radio on, but weren’t really listening to it. I had my nose buried in a book, typical for me on a road trip. I’m only half listening to the radio when I hear a woman rapping, and for a minute I wasn’t sure I was hearing her right, and that I must be mistaken about what she seemed to be rapping about. Then came the chorus.

“My neck,

My back,

My (beep out, female anatomy from below the waist), just like that!”

I thought for a minute that certainly she couldn’t be talking about what I thought she was talking about. I looked over at my niece, who seemed unfazed and not to have noticed. The chorus repeated.

“My neck,

My back,

My (beep out, female anatomy from below the waist), just like that!”

OK. Now I was pretty sure I knew what she was talking about. (No offense ladies, but…eww.)

Then the anonymous female rapper clinched it for me with an entusiastic,

“First ya gotta put your neck into it!”

I cleared my throat and suggested to my parents, who were clearly not listening, that it might be a good idea to switch to something more appropriate for young ears.

When we’re in the car, we usually play classical music. For a long time, Vivaldi’s Four Seasons was a staple, as it was sure to quiet Parker down. Now we have a couple of children’s music CD’s that we keep handy when there’s nothing on the classical stations but talk.