A week ago when I was in Best Buy with my son, I didn't realize buying him a CD he asked for would create a sense of unbalance in my life over one line of lyric in a song.
What started as a beautiful early morning drive to my hometown to celebrate my sisters 30th birthday quickly turned to well, 'something else'. Let me back up one step further.
"Can we listen to my new CD" my son asked. "Sure" (as I rolled my eyes). As I hesitantly slid the CD into the player not even five miles from the house the car filled with a heavy beat of base and I started to hear Eminem begin to rap. To my surprise I wasn't as annoyed by this as I thought I would be. This wasn't so bad. Why had I been dreading listening to this? My reassurance quickly turned to shock as Eminem soon demanded I call him Ball-Sac. WHAT?!? Did I hear that correctly? I turned to my boyfriend, "did he just tell us to call him Ball-Sac"? "Yes, he did", he replied. I looked at my son in my rear-view mirror, "Did he just tell me to call him Ball-Sac"?!? "Yep" he so confidently replied with an amused look on his face like I should start calling him Ball-Sac!
What was going on? Was this some new thing? Were we now calling males Ball-Sac? Did I miss some kind of memo? And why was this amusing? This is disgusting! I wasn't being asked to be called Vagina. Why was I the only one shocked by this? And what else was in this song?!? I asked my child "just what about this appeals to you" to which he so smartly replied "well, nothing in this one, turn it to another song". Oh okay.
Apparently, in his other songs I'm not being told to call him gross slang body parts. He's just telling me about shoot'em up gangsters, drug deals and whores. Thanks Ball-Sac.
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