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Creating year-end lists was once a great content idea. Every December, I used to search for lists ranking the best movies, shows, songs, and books of the year. Those days are gone. Long gone.
Outlets no longer judge content on quality. Instead, rankings now depend on how woke the film is, how critical of America the novel is, how bent-Left the historical book reads, and how much a TV show that has nothing to do with race is about race.
NPR, subsidized by taxpayers, is no different. NPR determined that the best song of 2020 is Cardi B’s “WAP” (“Wet-ass Pussy”), which came in No. 1 on its 100 Best Songs of 2020 list.
Perhaps “WAP” was the best song of 2020. It’s probably up there. It’s catchy and great for those, such as Democratic politicians, who are allowed to party with friends. But that’s not why NPR ranked it as such. Not even close.
According to their pandering blurb, “WAP” was the best because it supposedly “drew the ire” of the Americans whom NPR despises.
“To no one’s surprise, a pair of women honoring their own ladyparts and the pleasures they dish out and expect returned in spades drew the ire of the insecure, of zealots and moral grandstanders,” NPR explained.
Wait, I thought this is a music list? Wrong. The beat and quality of a song are irrelevant. A song is the best as long as the right unnamed “zealots” are bothered by it. After all, that is what makes good music, according to NPR.
As for the beat and rhythm? Who cares. Maybe NPR doesn’t even like those musical features.
The blurb goes on: “The backlash, however inseparable from the song’s cultural narrative, only bolsters the argument for its politics of pleasure.”
Politics of pleasure. Remember that if you are an artist hoping to make the list in 2021.
“At its core, ‘WAP’ is Cardi and Meg’s assertion that their expression, both artistic and sexual, belongs to them and them alone.”
“Such a filthy bit of joy may be born of entertainment, but it persists as necessity — fake prudishness be damned.”
Well, that explains it. When driving home from work, radio listeners are searching for a “filthy bit of joy” on the radio. Got it.
It appears John Lennon’s “Imagine” is in danger of falling to second all-time, as a result.
(Remember, some Americans still get their news from NPR.)
NPR insists that it is better to read the lyrics than to listen to them since the wording and “politics of pleasure” are what make the song great. Here it is, the best song of 2020, for your reading pleasure:
I want you to park that big Mack truck Right in this little garage
Make it cream, make me scream
Out in public, make a scene I don’t cook, I don’t clean
But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me
He already made his mind up ‘fore he came
Now get your boots and your coat
For this wet-ass pussy
He bought a phone just for pictures
Of this wet-ass pussy
Pay my tuition just to kiss me
On this wet-ass pussy
Now make it rain if you wanna
For people, who just judge music on the music, here’s the song: