Disclaimer: I am wholeheartedly aboard the MeToo train. Our sisters, daughters, mothers, and friends deserve better, quite frankly. Political Correctness usually has the noblest of intentions, but now and then it gets in the way, and creates division where there has previously been none. Okay, yeah. It looks really bad. When he grabs her arm…repeatedly…to prevent her escape…oof.
Not a good look. And then we get to observe the other couple, and, uh…well, now! I mean, come on! Showing her KNEE! From the same film, we see Red Skelton doing a cartoonishly bad accent, and the tables have turned…his lusty adversary is Betty Garrett, and she demands, like any liberated woman, to have her needs met, by God. There was a time, not long ago, when female singer-songwriters covered the earth in thick herds visible form space.
Now we have Taylor Swift. But then, the whole thing is wacky. Jules and our featured song for this Video Breakdown used to be part of a mixtape my old roommate Marcus would play in the room we shared in college. Hey, man…college. Open it in another tab if possible, because you may want to flip back and forth. A saw? A bow? A bow-saw? Also, Aimee? Fuck you. Are those…birds? Or did someone drop a bunch of Playtex gloves?
Memories were in the box, asshole. And what looks like a spider. Nice touch. I guess whoever was in charge of continuity earned their paycheck on this shoot. That is lucky! Translated from goldfish. Actually, it looks more like a Dr.
Evil move…. In a pineapple. Under the sea. Stupid English people gotta make everything fancy. No, fuck YOU! Laugh all you want, and then tell me what other reason there could possibly be for this. Huh, smart guy? For every song you released. Good stuff. Okay, hear me out. Or, you know…more crazy than I already believe myself to be. I was listening to some tunes recently.
