An S.J.W. Listens to P.Y.T.
This week I decided to give myself a creative writing exercise: release your inner Social Justice Warrior! Become horribly offended by something that you used to enjoy when you were younger. In this exercise, I decided to pick a random song, and that song has to fit the following criteria:
- It must be at least one generation (20-25 years) old.
- It must have been fairly popular in its day, and not something obscure.
- It must be fairly innocuous, and not contain any scandalous lyrics (for its time).
I set my MP3 player on Shuffle Play, and as luck would have it, a promising candidate popped up within 4-5 songs: P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson, from his 1982 album, Thriller. This is going to be a challenge, because I bought the Thriller CD back in the 1980s, and I’m quite fond of this song.
Nevertheless, here goes… [adjusting SJW hat]
Some songs just don’t age well, and Michael Jackson’s P.Y.T. is one of them. I listened to it recently, and I am outraged! Aghast! I am so deeply, deeply offended, and if you are as sophisticated, sensitive and enlightened as I, then you should be as well.
First, let’s examine the title: P.Y.T (Pretty Young Thing). Every word in this song’s title is hurtful!
Pretty: This word sums up the typically shallow way that men evaluate women: by physical attractiveness. The lure of the fairer sex is only skin deep, and they don’t bother examining any further.
Young: I realize that society in general seems to idolize youth, but this word implies that only young women are valued by men, disregarding all older women. Men today should read Benjamin Franklin’s Advice to a Young Man on the Choice of a Mistress, in which he explains why older women make more suitable extramarital companions.
Thing: This is a heinous literal objectification – it’s just outrageous! A woman isn’t even thought of as a person, but merely a thing. This is taking the hackneyed concept of “women as sex objects”, and elevating it to a vile, unpalatable new plateau.
Finally, this song is known by its initials – a clever and insidious way to cloak all of its unpleasantness, as 1980s disc jockeys foist its misogynistic messages on an innocent and unsuspecting public.
Lyric snippet #1: “I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.), Pretty Young Thing“. Jackson gets right to the point: he wants to get physical, and not in the Olivia Newton-John way, where she first takes you to an intimate restaurant, and then to a suggestive movie. No, he’s not wasting any time – as soon as he lays eyes on her, he just wants to go for it. Now, you could argue that this was a popular sentiment among young men during the 1980s. In order to test this hypothesis, let’s look at another popular song from that time: Howard Jones – Like to Get to Know You Well. Howard Jones wanted to get to know a woman first, on a personal level, before doing anything physical.
Lyrics snippet #2: “Let me take you there“. Where exactly do you want to take her, Michael? Like a good Social Justice Warrior, I’m going to speculate wildly, but my guess would be “the promised land” – the ultimate fantasy destination of horny teenagers and lustful young men since the dawn of time.
Lyric snippet #3: “Let me take you to the max“. What could he mean by this? Let me be charitable and suggest that he wants to take you to Mac’s Milk, to buy you a milkshake, a bag of candy, or some other treat. Traditionally, men will spend money (and usually quite a bit) on their romantic interests during courtship. This is expected. But not in this song… there’s no mention of spending any money or any references to a courtship – it sounds to me like he simply wants you know what…
Lyrics snippet #4: “Pretty young things, repeat after me, I said ‘Na na na, na na na…'”. Notice the plural: things. He is no longer limiting himself to a single woman. Could he be hinting at a ménage-à-trois? No, I think it’s far more insidious than that. This is clearly cult-like behaviour, and Jackson is playing the part of a modern-day Svengali who is amassing a legion of followers. Consider this: adherents of the Hare Krishna religious movement are known for their repetitive mantra “Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare…“. Commanding women to repeat this nonsensical monosyllabic “Na na na” chant over and over is obviously (to me, the sensitive SJW) an attempt to brainwash them, so that they can do his bidding. By listening to this song, and by singing along to the lyrics, you are inviting yourself to fall under this cult-like spell. Take my advice – Don’t do it. If you start chanting “Na na na..“, even absentmindedly, you may find eventually yourself at the airport, with a shaved head, wearing an orange robe, shaking a tambourine and handing out pamphlets.
Finally, P.Y.T. just happens to be the first three letters in “python”, which seems rather fitting. Any man who views women merely as pretty young things is obviously a lecherous, licentious, slimy snake, who, just like his constricting serpentine namesake, will probably squeeze all of the happiness out of every woman unlucky enough to encounter him. There can be no other interpretation.
In conclusion, I’m sure that all sensitive and enlightened people will agree with me that P.Y.T. must be banned from the airwaves, and deleted from your playlists immediately. There are just too many dangerous and misogynistic messages contained within it. We, as a community, should all be ashamed of ourselves for listening to it (and enjoying it) back in the 1980s. As a Social Justice Warrior, it’s my full-time job to tell everyone else in society how much they suck, so let me say this: if you listened to P.Y.T. even once, since 1982, then you are a bad person. If you actually enjoyed the song or if you bought a copy of Thriller, then you are particularly egregious.
Yes, I realize that I bought (and still own, and still listen to) a copy of Thriller. I would go to confession myself, and beg the priest for forgiveness… if only the churches weren’t all closed due to the pandemic.
Note: This was a creative writing exercise, written solely for your amusement. I’m not, even for a second, suggesting that anything written here represents Michael Jackson’s actual views toward women.