Um. Is there a pop song out there that doesn’t make reference to making out, hooking up with strangers, her ba-dunk-a-dunk (not sure on the spelling there), magic sticks, or one night stands in general?

I’ve really fallen for a new app, which I’m sure you also have, called Songza. If somehow, you do not have Songza, its’ basically an app of a whole bunch of playlists for your mood-swinging pleasure. And I adore it as I switch from worship, to work out, to romantic salsa music. I couldn’t bear to buy J.Lo’s latest hit, though she certainly is helpful to make it through my hour-long cardio fits. And with Songza, I get the best of both worlds, without a bill to pay at the end (you can send your indorsement cheque to my home address, thank you very much Songza).

And while the beat of the work out mixes are fantastic, I’m literally an old soul with a head tilted like a puppy wondering how many different words we can put together differently, that all basically say ‘let’s do it and forget about each other tomorrow’. And I wonder how these songs don’t influence our psyche (note: question is rhetorical in all ways). The best coping mechanism I’d found for these moments was simply hitting the next button, to which the awful content of the current song would stop, all in hopes the next song would simply be a good beat. That was until I discovered a very, very important rule of the Songza world.

I’m puking a little in my mouth while I type this next part.

Because I found myself listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks, or so I thought, when I tried hitting the next button to no avail. It would not move forward! And, what are these children singing in my ears saying, to the same beat of the Sesame Street Theme Song?! Yeah, we’ll be doing what we do Just pretending that we’re cool and we know it too Yeah, we’ll keep doing what we do Just pretending that we’re cool, so tonight Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ’til we see the sun I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love And never, never, never stop for anyone Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young”. What does that even mean twelve-year olds… what does that mean!? So I look at the cd cover showing on my iPod and it’s One Direction (fanbase an average age of 13 years old apparently). I’ve heard of these toddlers, but My Goodness! Parents; seriously lock up those pretty little daughters, and teach it straight to your boys. This, is not cool.

I turned off the iPod altogether and sat on the gym floor until the nauseous feelings subsided. Besides, I’m kind of a pansy in the gym some days, and so used this as a great excuse to not move. I just wondered where we were putting our code of ethics or moral compass? Seems some have lost it with the somehow hypnotic sounds of a five-year old boy band. It’s not cute to hear four-year olds sing these lyrics. I will repeat with certain boldness, this is not cute. They should be getting to know their alphabets, not the indoctrination of lusting adult body bits while they themselves don’t even know how to look at their own butt without laughing.

And perhaps this is just where our world might be headed, but thank goodness this One Direction isn’t the only road available to travel. Thank God.

Isaiah 8:11, 16-17

New International Version (NIV)

11 This is what the Lord says to me with his strong hand upon me, warning me not to follow the way of this people: … 16 Bind up this testimony of warning and seal up God’s instruction among my disciples. 17 I will wait for the Lord, who is hiding his face from the descendants of Jacob. I will put my trust in him.