Listening to the Rolling Stones’ “Mother’s Little Helper” the other day, I was struck by how much the lyrics resembled a misogynistic MRA rant. Ostensibly a song pointing out the hypocrisy of suburban squares attacking the drug culture whilst themselves popping prescription pills, the song extends its “critique” to cover such subjects as the evil of women making cakes from mixes instead of from scratch. (See below for videos of all the songs mentioned in this post.)
So you go from this bit of, ahem, social criticism:
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Mother needs something today to calm her down
And though she’s not really ill
There’s a little yellow pill
She goes running for the shelter of her mother’s little helper
And it helps her on her way, gets her through her busy day.
To this:
“Things are different today,”
I hear ev’ry mother say
Cooking fresh food for a husband’s just a drag
So she buys an instant cake and she buys a frozen steak
And goes running for the shelter etc etc
Yep, that’s right. Mick’s as bothered by the frozen steak as he is by the dangers of tranquilizer abuse. By the end of the song, the hypothetical freezer-and-cake-mix-using mother has died of an overdose. Told you so!
Misogynistic rock songs aren’t exactly a rarity – hell, “Mother’s Little Helper” isn’t even the worst offender in the Rolling Stones’ disography.
But unlike more straightforward outbursts of misogynistic nastiness like, say, “Under My Thumb,” “Mother’s Little Helper” pretends to be something nobler: a social critique.
The blogger behind the wonderfully arch I Hate the New York Times blog pointed out to me in a tweet that a surprising number of old rock lyrics play this little trick. Taking the form of a “critique of today’s inauthentic & hedonistic society” they are in fact “directed at [a] specific shallow hussy.”
Along with Mother’s Little Helper, IHateNYT suggested I take another look at the lyrics to Paul Revere and the Raiders’ “Kicks.” And, yep, it’s basically the same thing: a critique of drug use in the form of a patronizing lecture to a young woman in search of “kicks,” starting out with this little bit of I-told-you-so, delivered with a sneer:
Girl, you thought you found the answer on that magic carpet ride last night
But when you wake up in the mornin’ the world still gets you uptight
It turns out that the song, written by the songwriting team of Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil, was inspired by the drug use of a male friend of theirs – though somehow in the song this specific man became a hypothetical “girl.”
And then of course there is the Guess Who’s American Woman, a sort-of critique of America’s “war machines” and “ghetto scenes” in the form of a long, sneering diatribe against a hypothetical woman:
Now woman, I said stay away
American woman, listen what I say
American woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin’ around my door
Don’t wanna see your shadow no more
And on and on and on for a very long five minutes and nine seconds.
One of the reasons these songs sound so much like MRA rants is that MRAs like to play the same little game, dressing up their misogynistic sentiments in the form of “social critique.” Thus Paul Elam’s faux-environmentalist attack on female consumers, and all that talk about how single mothers and/or “picky women” are going to bring about the end of civilization. Heck, some manosphere fat-gal-bashers even pretend they fat-bash out of concern for the well-being of the women they’re ridiculing.
It might be entertaining to transform some of these old woman-hating songs into critiques of woman-haters. “Stupid Girl” by the Rolling Stones might be a good place to start. I mean, seriously?
Like a lady in waiting to a virgin queen
Look at that stupid girl
She bitches ’bout things that she’s never seen
Look at that stupid girl
Those are real Rolling Stone lyrics, not a comment from NWOslave. Have at it.
Here are videos of all the songs I mention above:
“Those are real Rolling Stone lyrics, not a comment from NWOslave.”
Rock lyrics: so much misogyny, so little time. We could be here all night with just the Stones.
I always thought The Who’s “Pictures of Lilly” was creepy.
Never did like the Stones, skeevy creeps.
Misogynistic point proven, such rubbish songs. I rather listen to songs like Free Loan Investment – Kick His Balls Out. Castration threats sung by women is a more constructive form of social criticism, and definitely not misogynistic.
I think that is why Liz Phair wrote Exile in Guyville as a woman’s answer to Exile on Main Street…
On The Who, Petra Haden’s cover of I Can See for Miles is pretty delightful:
It’s amazing that with the exception of obvious misogyny like that in Under My Thumb, so little of this phenomenon ever occurred to me as a kid. Now when I listen to classic rock I am stunned at what I’d been obliviously singing along to. Then there’s the whole Evil Woman, Witchy Woman, [fill-in-the-blank-something-bad-bad-bad] Woman genre, messages I so effortlessly absorbed as “better not be like these awful women or men won’t like you.” It’s insidious.
Antidotes :
Barbarian in the Back Seat of My Car – Voice of the Beehive
Sh*tlist – L7
F***ing Perfect – Pink
Tear in Your Hand – Tori Amos
Pretty much anything by Skunk Anansie
Violet – Hole
Don’t Call Me Baby – Madison Avenue
I always thought “American Woman” was about a guy who met a powerful chick. She’s a force of nature, and he wants her…but she scares him at the same time.
@Iris The casual misogyny in pretty much every ‘metal’ song from the 80s now gives me the creeps. I mean – Guns n’ Roses – Yikes!
Ha! It’s unfortunate that the Boobz King chose this particular topic; American music has a notoriously misandric slant.
Oh Steelepole, do share.
Cloudiah – Share? It’s common knowledge. Please. I’m not going to do your Googling for you! Hah!
There’s a trope in white-boy blues that’s driven me nuts for years, where the guy sings about working so hard to give all his money to his woman.
The Beatles in A Hard Days Night (not the blues, but the first one I thought of): You know I work all day
To get you money to buy you things
Led Zeppelin in Dazed and Confused: Every day I work so hard, bringing home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby, but you push me away
When you hear an African American blues guy sing something like this, the implication (to me) is that he while he’s working really hard, the woman he’s singing to is working just as hard. He’s unloading a truck all day while she’s working in the laundromat or whatever. When a white guy sings something like this, the implication is that he’s singing to a white woman who is sitting on her butt all day.
filed under more reasons I hate “classic rock”
Steele, you have nothing. It’s OK, you usually do.
I know Axl Rose is a horrible person, but I thought “Used to Love Her” was hilarious. People talking too much is one of my major pet peeves, and I used to sing it as “Used to Love Him.” But a lot of their other lyrics – yes, I agree with the yikes!
Steele, what’s so funny? The “Hahs!” Gotta stop.
Actually this is my pet hate with sexist rock lyrics.
What you mean is fuck, not love, so say that. Don’t dress up a desire for sex as being about love, you manipulative assholes.
Backing up my ridiculous claims? Hah!
But Cassandra, he gave her his money!
Shiraz – Merely that the misandric slant of music these days is so egregious that, indeed, it takes a specific brand of nerve to come out and hold up some selected quotes as misogynist. That’s cruisin’ for a metaphorical brusin’. I’d advise Mr. Futrelle to check himself before he wrecks himself.
And then, normally I like Ray Lamontagne, but he does it too, in Repo Man from 2010: I work like a devil,
Every night and every day,
Bustin’ my back,
Just to make my pay.
Now where is your woman you ask,
‘Cause, as they say, while the cat’s away…
And even worse, he threatens to spank her: I’m ’bout to do what your daddy shoulda done,
I’m gonna lay you right across my knee.
“That’s cruisin’ for a metaphorical brusin’. I’d advise Mr. Futrelle to check himself before he wrecks himself.”
Is this ban worthy? I mean, I know he said “metaphorical” and he sounds like a huge dork, but really. It’d be nice.
Hmmm. So music was so wholesome back in the day it’s beyond critique? What the hell are you talking about?
STEELE HAS SO MANY EXAMPLES HE CAN’T EVEN LIST ONE. IT WOULD BREAK HIM IN HALF BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY. IF HE TOOK ONE OUT ALL THE OTHERS WOULD COME TUMBLING TO THE FLOOR AND HE’D BE BURIED IN EXAMPLES. HE HAS VERY RESPONSIBLY CHECKED HIMSELF.