Hey farmer farmerPut away the D.D.T. nowGive me spots on my applesBut leave me the birds and the beesShe forgot malaria. I always thought that lyric epitomized the worst kind of first world myopia.
Malaria or reproductive defects and cancer, it's a trade-off, I guess.
She forgot malaria. Yeah, I guess.Or, maybe, she was a Canadian writing a song from a personal perspective, who maybe thought that the chance of malaria was rather low in the Abbotsford and Fraser Valley regions.Me, I always thought that "A big yellow taxi took away my old man" epitomized the worst kind of endemic and arrogant Western cultural ageism, thinly disguised as a term of endearment.
Back then, the term "old man" more probably meant "boyfriend" not "Dad." Or so the history books say. Me, I remember the Summer of Love like it was yesterday. The girls. The parties. The chocolate milk. A nap on my mat after recess. And the start of the fight against injustice and the Man. Or in this case, Sister Gabriel, who unfairly punished me when it was entirely Stephanie's fault that she kept turning around to talk to me.
Back then, the term "old man" more probably meant "boyfriend" not "Dad." Or so the history books say. I was attempting to be all ironical and humorous, by paralleling "I always thought that lyric epitomized the worst kind of first world myopia."For the first time ever, my attempt to be clever failed...
Clutch,She thought the chance of malaria was low? That was my point, right?But I did like your attempt at humorosity and ironicalness.
I know I didn't quite get my point across here.Maybe you'll takeDad29's word for it.
I wouldn't believe him if he told me my hair was on fire.
Incidentally, that "babe in Canada" is from Chicago, and lives in Manhattan.
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