Lots of talk these days about abusive men, microaggressions, safe spaces on campus, male privilege, etc. Many of these conversations are accompanied by red faces, waving fingers, and spluttering insults, especially when alcohol is involved. Ask me how I know.
Anyway, here are the lyrics from a supergroup’s popular song in 1965. How would this sound today?
Run For Your Life
Well I’d rather see you dead, little girl than to be with another man
You better keep your head, little girl or I won’t know where I am
You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That’s the end ah little girl
Well I know that I’m a wicked guy and I was born with a jealous mind
And I can’t spend my whole life trying just to make you toe the line
Let this be a sermon, I mean everything I’ve said
Baby, I’m determined and I’d rather see you dead
Story is that years later, John Lennon expressed regret about the sentiments reflected here, but I doubt today’s activists would cut him any slack, and probably call him a racist.
Reached for comment, Yoko Ono screeched unintelligibly.