I think Luke Bryan is where this all started, or possibly Kid Rock when he infected country like a herpes outbreak with his cross-genre shallowness. If this is the country, then where are all the ugly people? I can see some producer telling a poor girl, “Hey sorry, I can see a very slight roll of chub spilling out over your cut-offs. My favorite are these flocks of bikini-flaunting chicks with their arms flailing above their heads, like in the Bucky Covington / Shooter Jennings douche fest “Drinking Side of Country”. Country’s Nickelback, Bucky Covington, & the country Svengali, Shooter Jennings, lip sync while 18-year-old girls lez out on each other. This isn’t music, this is material for 14-year-old boys to masturbate to. Take the video for Dustin Lynch’s stupid new song “She Cranks My Tractor” (yeah, right, we’ve heard this one before, haven’t we?) Since this song has so much nothing, they drag some slut out of a strip club to have sex with farm equipment to keep you engaged. But the problem is not the women of country not respecting themselves, the problem is the men not respecting the women, and an apparent endless supply of hussies willing to strut it for shitty pop music. The Carter Family, Patsy Cline, Dolly Parton, Tammy Wynette, Loretta Lynn, all the way to today with Miranda Lambert and Taylor Swift. And unlike rock and roll and hip hop, the popularity of women in country has run parallel with the men throughout time. The tradition of proud, empowered, beautiful women in country music runs deep. The video for Dustin Lynch’s banjo-infused rock song “She Cranks My Tractor” focuses on a scantly-clad chick rubbing up on farm machinery. But somewhere in the last year or so, country music crossed that line from being the last bastion for respect of beautiful women in American popular culture, to hanging out in the gutter with the rest of the vermin, making videos of venereal-infused floozies dry humping flashy vehicles in the classic vein of tasteless, materialistic, shallow-minded rap imagery. And the beautiful shape of a woman intermixed with good music is something that makes me thankful for being alive. I like myself a delicate, supple breast, or a perfectly-formed apple butt. Look, I’m a good old-fashioned red-blooded American male.
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