It is with a great deal of reluctance that I present today’s song to you. The 14-year-old in the household (Hi, Natalie!) insisted on me putting it on this blog. I told her that I wasn’t interested in putting a Miley Cyrus song – any Miley Cyrus song – on the blog, as Miss Cyrus and her music aren’t what I’d call power pop. (And it’s not what I’d call Australian, either.) I also appealed to the youngster’s sense of decency by stating: “But people who read this blog are going to hate it.”
Unfortunately, the 14-year-old in the household wouldn’t have any of it. She employed pester power for a couple of weeks, and I resisted as long as I could, but as the pester power increased I thought to myself “Well, maybe if I put it on the blog she’ll stop pestering me to put it on the blog,” and “Maybe people reading this blog won’t even notice it. It’s only one song out of a few hundred on the blog. And you never know – maybe nobody will visit the blog that day.”
So, it is with great reluctance that I present to you today’s ditty:
Disclaimer: I haven’t heard it. And you don’t have to either. You’re under no obligation whatsoever to play it. At all. Ever.
And here’s the original:
I was trying to think of something positive to say about Miley’s version, but the only thing I could think of was that Miley Cyrus’ name has two “y”s in it, one more than Cyndi Lauper. I can’t think of anything else.
By the way, Wikipedia reckons that the song “gained recognition as a feminist anthem”. Whenever I listen to it I must admit that I don’t think of feminism at all. I just think of Cyndi Lauper running around in her video dressed in clothes that hurt my eyes.