Pop That Coochie - a Typical evening at the dinner table

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While eating dinner tonight, my 13 year old daughter announced that Avril Lavigne released a new song called “What the Hell.” She went on to tell us that it isn’t really a bad song, even though she is in her underwear at one point…but she is getting dressed. Okay, not so bad. This is a typical conversation between us as a family. She keeps us informed as to what she is listening to, what she is downloading to her ipod, etc. She’s only 13, so she doesn’t get a lot of room for privacy.

Then hubs asks her, “You’re not listening to Katy Perry music, are you?” (which we both know she is, because years ago they both pulled up the “Hot and Cold” video to show me who Katy Perry was) to which she replied, “of course I am.” He was concerned about the content of her “Teenage Dream” song – specifically, the lyric “Let’s go all the way tonight.” She didn’t know what that meant…nor did she understand why having Katy Perry thrown down on a bed, and jeans ripped off in her video wasn’t exactly appropriate for her 13 year old eyes.

I don’t know how it went from that to me comparing the severity of the lyrics to the lyrics of…”Pop that Coochie.” Why did I bring this up at the dinner table (okay, we were eating off our plates on the couch, but still, the TV was off and we were talking, so it’s fine)? Beats me. My husband had no idea what I was talking about. My daughter just stared at me with this look of bewilderment…

So, I proceed…”You know, the 2 Live Crew song that everyone went crazy over when we were in, I don’t know, like 6th or 7th grade?” Hubs is a year older than I am, and grew up under a rock in the Southwest, but still. It is 2 Live Crew. It is the raunchiest rap, well, ever! Hello?! I didn’t even listen to rap music and I knew all their songs (all the choruses, at least). At my middle school, even though glam rock was all the rage, and that was all that I listened to, I heard every single 2 Live Crew song at every dance we had – and we had a lot of dances. Then again, they did hit it big when they moved to Miami, so maybe that had something to do with their overwhelming popularity in my hometown. At hub’s middle school, they were probably listen to Garth Brooks or something.

And then, in my horribly out-of-tune voice, I begin singing, “Pop that coochie.”

My daughter looks at me and says, “How old are you?! Like 40?!”