I was pondering over a recurring thought this morning while I was sitting in my Literature lecture to do with Lady GaGa’s song, “Just Dance”. Sure, it’s catchy – but have you ever actually listened to the lyrics?
That chick is an idiot. Observe:
“I’ve had a little bit too much (much)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush babe)
How does he twist the dance, can’t find my drink or man
Where are my keys, I lost my phone (phone) (oh oh oh oh)
What’s go-ing out on the floor?
I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore
Keep, it cool, what’s the name of this club?
I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright
Just dance, gonna be okay (da-da-doo-doo)”
Okay. So. She’s smashed, for one thing. And then her thought pattern proceeds as:
“I can’t find the person I came with… Oh, damn. My keys and phone are gone too. That means I have no way of contacting my friends if I need help. And even if I manage to make it home (*giggle*) I’ll be stuck outside all night because I won’t be able to unlock my door. Where are they? Come to think of it, where am I? I don’t even know!”
And instead of evaluating her position as a possible, I dunno, rape situation and trying to solve her problem and stay safe (by asking the bartender maybe?), she instead thinks:
“To hell with it! I’m gonna dance! Dancing makes everything alright again!”
Oooookay, Lady GaGa. Have fun with that 🙂
And hey, maybe if you’re lucky you won’t need your keys after all. Seeing as you’re quite slack with your personal safety, I’m sure you left your door to your downtown flat unlocked.
Sigh.
Lindsay