Chances are, you've seen someone post it on Facebook by now.
Cee-Lo Green's new single "Fuck You" has been getting a lot of buzz since it's recent release, and on the one hand, I can see why. When it starts, it sounds a lot like the theme song to "The Golden Girls." It's totally innocuous and pleasant enough, until Cee-Lo let's fly a "fuck you." And they just keep on coming.
Cee-Lo is hardly the first entertainer to capitalize on the F-bomb. There's Lily Allen's cheerful send off to a former United States president (whose name I won't mention because we've all worked really hard to forget about him). Or what about French Connection, who basically built an entire brand around switching two of those infamous four letters?
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That's pretty much it.
So Cee-Lo is angry at a guy for having more money than him, and angry at the woman for being materialistic. His response? "Fuck you." Provocative. Never mind the question of why Cee-Lo is so hung up on this gold digger, and the guy who is chauffeuring her around for undisclosed reasons. Did Cee-Lo stop and think that this guy might just be a Good Samaritan who happens to own a fancy sports car? Is it so wrong to offer someone a ride? Should he be so condemned for buying Italian?
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If you ask me, this woman didn't break up with you because you're broke. She dumped you because you're whiny, you misdirect your anger, and you wouldn't stop singing that "Crazy" song.
Now I know it's just a pop song and isn't meant to be held up to such scrutiny. I probably would have tuned the lyrics out completely if it weren't trying so desperately to get your attention with that title. It smacks of desperation, like a ten year old at recess trying to shock his friends. "Look at me! I'm so naughty!" would have been a better title.
Is "fuck you" shocking any more? Does it have any meaning whatsoever? To locate the video, I merely typed "fuck you" into Google, because I wasn't sure how to spell "Cee-Lo." Did you know "Fuck" has its own Wikipedia page? Does this surprise you? The page pointlessly lays out all the different meanings of "fuck," as if even your unborn fetus hasn't already learned them all (and a few in foreign languages, too). Your unborn fetus is probably flipping you the bird right now. Because the womb might be the only place where "fuck you" is still edgy.
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Bleeping out words on the radio is even more pointless. I mean, really, wow does this help? When the sentence is "I've got a big ol' BEEP and I'll stick it in your BEEP," even the youngest of minds will figure out that Lil Wayne is not about to stick his favorite Harry Potter book in Nicki Minaj's personal library. If we all know what the meaning is, why are we pretending?
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So there you have it. Cee-Loo has released a mainstream hit with a title too edgy to be played on the radio. So it'll be changed to something slightly less offensive that means the same flipping thing, but we'll all titter because secretly, we know what the song really means, and it's just so freakin' offensive! Is it just me, or is there something pretty screwed up about all this?
To paraphrase another Cee-Lo song that became a self-fulfilling prophecy way too fast:
That makes me effing crazy.
And the horse you rode in on,
X.
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