I like all types of music...so labeling me as a "country music fan" or "rockaholic" doesn't really apply. Bad music occurs in all genres. I'm here today to expound on one of those examples: Gretchen Wilson.
I hate Gretchen Wilson with the fire of a thousand hot suns, or rather, her music and what she has come to represent AND glorify. Once you get past the voice that sounds like its coming from the back of her nose, you get to the message.
"I'm uneducated white trash and that is a good thing. Everyone should have lots of babies with different dad's and live in a trailer park on welfare."
The recent controversy stems from her song (of which I am delighted that I've never heard) "Skoal Ring". She loves chew, and she gets turned on when she tastes it on her man's lips. (Writer pauses while reader fights back waves of nausea.) If she were to tell me she was dating a chemist, I would automatically assume its just some guy who has his own meth lab.
Wilson has come to represent everything bad that people think about country music; the very stereotypes that good country artists are trying to debunk. She sucks...and I can't wait for her 15 minutes to end so she can slip back to obscurity. In fact, I will be very happy when this whole "Trailer Park Chic" fad wanes and goes by the way of the trucker hat.
I'll just stick to the women of country to who still have class and style: Martina McBride, Faith Hill and Patsy Cline. At least these women can actually carry a tune.
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