I was walking home from the Target near my house today, listening to my iPod as I normally do, and Right Said Fred’s song “I’m Too Sexy” came on. No teasing, I keep a lot of songs for memory sake. LOL.
(Yes, I did like (see: love) that song as a kid — along with New Kids on the Block, MC Hammer, and Paula Abdul — the perfect early-90s trifecta!)
So I was laughing along with the song (it’s ridiculous), even singing along, and it came in my head how funny it must’ve looked for my grandparents. These jazz-loving, late 50-somethings must of found it so strange to see this little, eccentric, slightly effeminate 3rd grader in his flashy Zubaz and Greenvale Elementary sweatshirt dancing along to his “I’m Too Sexy” single tape. I knew the words, too, and I’m sure I sang them aloud. lol. I must’ve seemed out of my gourd to them.
[[Or there was the whole "not" trend, circa 1992. Thank you very much Wayne's World. Or...the whole Kriss Kross, backwards overalls thing (I did it!). Wow, I could list so many -- and people call the 80s weird. LOL.
I mean, did old-time, big band-listening, flappers think my grandparents odd? What was the 1940s weird craze(s) anyway? Jazz and ____?]]
Anyway, I look back at it with fondness. Sure, it was risqué — I know that’s what modern parents are thinking — for a little kid to be singing about being “Too Sexy,” but, really, it’s just a song. I didn’t grow up to become a prostitute — except to Mountain Dew and cigarettes (still quit!). LOL.
Sometimes I think adults over-think things. I would like to believe my grandparents never banned me from Fred out of the same logic I have now: Censorship Sucks.
[[But then again there's a difference between Right Said Fred and NWA (Niggaz with Attitude). I just don't know.]]
