What’s Wrong with Being Lazy?

Hello Readers! If you’re in the mood for a rant, read on. If you’re not in the mood, read anyway because I got some good points to make — promise! 😛

[The following is a repost from my previous failed blog]:

I use to work in a place where pop music played all day on the stereo. Otherwise, I wouldn’t even hear pop music.

But I hear it, and I listen… and I think about what I listen to.

And I’d like to share what I think about this song. Is it bad? Is it ugly? Is it worse yet? Call me a pessimist, but I specialize in negative reviews – but I’ll try my darndest to be constructive and charitable.

So here goes: the song that put me over is Mr. Mars’ “The Lazy Song”. We’ll start with that…

First, the lyrics:

[The only thing worse than failure itself is knowing you could’ve done so much better.]

Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything
I’m gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody’s gon’ tell me I can’tI’ll be lounging on the couch just chilling in my Snuggie
Click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie
‘Cause in my castle I’m the freaking manOh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it ’cause I can

Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything
Nothing at all, nothing at all

Tomorrow I’ll wake up, do some P90X
Find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex
And she’s gonna scream out
This is great
(Oh my god, this is great)

Yeah, I might mess around
And get my college degree
I bet my old man will be so proud of me
But sorry pops, you’ll just have to wait

Oh yes, I said it, I said it
I said it ’cause I can

Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything

No, I ain’t gonna comb my hair
‘Cause I ain’t going anywhere
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

I’ll just strut in my birthday suit
And let everything hang loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
‘Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything

Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all

 

Second, he swears he’s not doing anything today – just laying in bed all day. I say: “Waste of time! Don’t waste a day doing nothing… every day is a chance to love and to spend time with those you love. What if your wife died the day you were doing nothing? Your kids got gunned down while you snoozed? Your best friend needed your help while you ignored your phone? Just because you don’t feel like doing anything doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do anything.”

He also doesn’t want to spend time with any person. BUT he’ll gladly spend time with TV. Does he have no friends? (How tragic… maybe he should go meet some!) Does he love playing staring-contest with a fan THAT MUCH?

That’s a pretty lame and lonesome castle he lives in… all by himself, nobody visiting… if he was your king and ruler – would you respect him for doing that all day? Spending quality time with television and turning you away from his door and phone? By the way, of course he’s the freaking man of his castle – there’s no one else there!

Now the really insulting part – I actually felt offended for women everywhere – he’s going to “find a really nice girl, have some really nice sex”. He’s going to find her as if she was some object to pick out from others, and if she’s nice enough (whatever that means), he’ll have sex. No, he’s not out to meet a woman – a person – he’s out to find a nice toy to satisfy himself. Even if she screams “out this is great,” he’ll get back to doing nothing again. He’ll snooze away, ditch her, ignore her… treating her like a prostitute – some doll with a pull-string. Nothing special.

No woman is a prostitute. Deep down, inside and out, they all deserve to be loved.

And then, after that abuse, he’ll go get a degree – and his old man will be proud of him? After he womanized a girl (a “girl” – not a “woman”… sounds like pedophilia to me), his dad would be proud of him? If I had a son who did that, I wouldn’t write what I’d do because it’d frighten people. It doesn’t matter how many degrees he has – he remains a failure if he remains a womanizer. It doesn’t matter what he has if he doesn’t first have love for others.

I think I’ve made my case.
And I think this song has no case at all, no… nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all. Oooo, oooo, oooo, oooo…

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