Posts Written By L Parker Brown

Times They Are a-Changin’ – Part III of III

In the late 1960s, when Grammy Award winning R&B singer, Aretha Franklin, popularized her hit tune Respect, gentlemen generally respected women and most women held themselves in high-regard; so much so that you would never have seen any self-respecting young lady outside wearing Daisy Duke shorts with the words “Bootylious” stitched on the rear. And respectable young men did not walk around exposing their underwear over pants swaggin’ off their hips. 

Years ago, it was unthinkable for young people to disrespect their elders, their teachers, law enforcement officers and especially their parents. Although Baby Boomers raised our share of hell during our teenage years, many of us were generally respectful enough not to loud-talk about sexual exploits or use a string of expletives in the presence of anyone except our peers. and some of us didn’t do it then. Today rude, attention craving youths don’t care whether they are in a public venue or not, they say whatever they want and do as they please, and dare anyone to challenge them on their behavior.

There is a serious lack of civility in today’s society. I’ve heard many Boomers say that America’s downward spiral began with the removal of prayer from public schools; and that decision triggered a domino effect purging religious activities in other public places and creating an upswing in horrendous crimes and immorality everywhere.

Minus a religious foundation, graphic depictions of violence and sexually explicit movies, TV programs, and lewd music are also believed by some to be contributing factors to the decline of American society. One of the saddest realities in this era of unstable economy, widespread homelessness and unprecedented unemployment is that unfortunate, life altering conditions are no longer viewed by the masses as something that happens to other people. Conscientious people know that it only requires a flick of fate – a job loss, sudden illness, a natural disaster – any unusual occurrence to make a grown man cry and bring anyone to the edge of despair.

“There but for the grace of God, go I” is no longer a passing thought for some. It is a potential reality for many. Many Boomers no longer live under the illusion of security, because security doesn’t exist. Times they are a-changin’.

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Times They Are a-Changin’ – Part II of III

Remember good music?  Every Boomer has their idea of what they consider to be good music. For many it is simply music that makes you feel good. It doesn’t matter if it is pop, rock, R&B or some other soul-stirring sounds, if the melody is pleasant and the lyrics understandable, we considered that good music. In our heyday, there may have been a few oldies that contained some suggestive lyrics, but overall the songs were decent and inoffensive. But fast-forward thourgh the 70’s on and the music started to change. Some folks apparently didn’t keep up or they listened to more refined music.

Several years ago, while I was browsing in a trendy dress shop, a popular oldies tune was playing on the store’s speaker system and a sophisticated looking lady, who appeared to be in her 70’s came into the store. The music was still bumping as the lady began looking at the suits on the sales rack near where I was standing. Suddenly, she looked directly at me. Instinctively I smiled at her, and then noticed the look of anxiety on her face.

“Young lady,” she said, “What are they saying on that song?” She asked the question like she was afraid to hear the answer and before I could reply she repeated the question with a bit more urgency, “What are they saying?”

Though the tune had never been one of my favorites, I was familiar with the Brothers Johnson song and immediately understood her concern. Enunciating as clearly as I could so that there would be no misunderstanding, I said to her, “They are singing, ‘get the funk outta my face.’”  “Oh,” she replied, and then she turned and walked out of the store, all the while slowly shaking her head from side-to-side as if in a state of disbelief. I stood there wondering whether she had misunderstood me or if she was just upset by what she thought they guys were singing. Anyone who is unfamiliar with the song can certainly understand how funk could be mistaken for a more explicit word.  Life used to be so simple, but times they are a-changin’.

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Times They Are a-Changin’ – Part I of III

“Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land, and don’t criticize what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command . . .  For the times they are a-changin’.” In 1964, when Bob Dylan released that title track from his album by the same name the protest song addressed the social and political turmoil of that era. Today the tune is used in a number of TV commercials and the lyrics remain hauntingly relevant in the 21st century.

Boomers, do you ever look back and wonder what happened to the world we once knew? To say that things are different is a vast understatement. Remember when life used to be so simple?

Back in the day, when you heard that someone you knew had gotten engaged or married the immediate thought was that it was a heterosexual union. Today it could be two males, two females, or a transgender couple. During the time of our youth, a male and female born that way usually died that way. Changing one’s gender – or transgender surgery – was uncommon. And a young child in a nuclear family had a mother and father of the opposite sex, not two same sex mommies or daddies. Life used to be so simple, but times they are a-changin’.

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Toddlers,Tiaras and Tee Shirts

It is no secret that I am not a fan of the TV program Toddlers and Tiaras. I often wonder if it is strictly for the love of money, the desire to live their life through their daughter or both that is making egotistical mothers sexualize their little girls and parade them as mini-vamps before the public. Talk about pushing the envelope, one T&T mother recently dressed her four-year-old daughter as Dolly Parton complete with fake boobs and butt.

Currently, there is a controversy brewing over a tee shirt sold on-line by JC Penney. Designed  for girls 7 to 16, the shirt reads, “I’m too pretty to do homework. So my brother has to do it for me.”  Curious to know if an equal number of  women who are expressing outrage over a tee shirt that they claim is sexist, are voicing their objection to programs that exploit little girls, I did my own reseach and was pleased to discover that there are nearly as many people who dislike T&T as there are those upset over that tee shirt.

I found quite a few people on Twitter voicing their objection to the tee shirt. I also found a significant number who also think that T&T and similar programs are much more degrading to little girls than the tee shirt in question. I entirely agree with one tweeter who wrote “If there is a more cringe-inducing show than Toddlers and Tiaras on TV, I don’t want to know what it is.”

JC Penney bowed to the pressure and pulled the shirt off the market, and a spokesperson issued a statement agreeing with the objectors that the shirt delivered an inappropriate message. 

T&T and copy cat programs are apparently popular with some viewers which raises the question, what’s next? Is there a TV reality series similar to Real Housewives in the making called “Real Toddler Couples” where the basic concept is to show little children in “Tom Thumb” marriages?  Don’t gasp – it is  a sad reality that a program about little children simulating married couples  playing house could be closer than you think.

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Contemplating God’s Sense of Humor

Sometimes I think God has a sense of humor. Sometimes I don’t.

So, yesterday I’m sitting in my home office, at my computer, stalled by writer’s block. Soft music is playing in the background and I am half-heartedly praying for something exciting to write about for my next blog post. Then, the strangest thing happens. The monitor and the wall directly behind it start swaying from side-to-side. I immediately uncross my arms, sit straight up in my chair and stare wide-eyed at the scene in front of me. While craning forward, I slowly stretch my arm toward the wall, preparing to touch it to see if I am actually seeing what I think I am seeing. But then the whole table begins to shake and I become aware of a loud humming sound like my noisy air conditioner makes when it’s running; only the humidity is low and the AC is turned off. The scene is so surreal that I think I am either dreaming or having a stroke.

I sit there briefly; in awe of the situation, wondering what is happening and asking myself what should I do. In a light bulb flash it dawns on me. This is no dream, nor a stroke. It’s an earthquake. Instinct answers my question – Ruuuun!!!

Not yet ready for a halleluiah come to Jesus meeting, I jump straight up out of my chair and in a nanosecond swoop my wallet, cell phone and keys off the table, then sprint across the room, through the hallway and out the front door. At the precise moment that I arrive outside the earth stops shaking, but my body doesn’t. Panting like a geriatric cheetah, I bend forward, place both hands on my knees and take deep breaths in an effort to calm my nerves.

At the same time, some of my neighbors rush outside looking just as frightened. For about 20 minutes or so, we stand around sharing our experiences of what we thought was happening when the earth shook and wondering if it is safe to go back indoors. All the while we are complaining about how we cannot get a signal on our cell phone.

This was not my first experience with an earthquake, but I sure hope it was my last. In the meantime, meteorologists are warning people living on the East Coast to prepare for Hurricane Irene.

I’ve decided that I will no longer pray for inspiration when I am having writer’s block. I know that in time the words will come. Meanwhile, I’ll just keep reminding myself of that old adage “Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it.”

 

 

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