Children often do not identify these things sexually, or have a sexual intent when exploring themselves and others.The intense and hateful puritanism that Lena Dunham has become victim of simply because she was curious about vaginas, and as an innocent child, no less, is disgusting.
Specifically addressing some of the songs on the album, Marsh wrote "In Fieger's lyrics, women are literally commodities whose chief purpose is to be brutalized.
The kid in 'Baby Talks Dirty' is a foul-mouthed windup doll, and in 'Mr.
But the Little Girls Understand, and was written by Fieger. But the Little Girls Understand and was included in the band's live set even before their first album Get the Knack.
Live performances of "End of the Game" were included on the live Laser Disc of the Knack's 1979 concert at Carnegie Hall, The Knack Live at Carnegie Hall, and on a live CD of the band's 1978 concert in Los Angeles, Havin' a Rave Up.
Allmusic's Chris Woodstra noted that the entire ...
But the Little Girls Understand album is a "rewrite" of the band's first album, stating that this is "especially evident on the lead-off single 'Baby Talks Dirty.'" Anne Sharp of The Michigan Daily pointed out similarities between "My Sharona" and "Baby Talks Dirty" with respect to "vocal arrangements," "guitar licks" and "subject matter, i.e., a sexually ardent young female." Theodore Cateforis notes that "In this context, 'Baby Talks Dirty,' with its syncopated, bouncing octave eighth-note hook cut from the same mold as 'My Sharona,' sounded most of all as if the band had plagiarized itself." Fieger has stated that "We got a lot of criticism for 'Baby Talks Dirty.' Had that song come out on our fifth album, I think people would have said 'oh, they've gone back to their roots.
In truth, Lena wasn't inappropriately sexualizing her sister – the public is doing so, with their pearl-clutching outcry about her accounts of what happened.
It's all part of a wider Vagina Panic™ endemic in our society. How dare a little girl have any sort of biological curiosity whatsoever? Meanwhile, I would be willing to wager that if a male writer had told a comically nostalgic story about how he and his brother compared penis size when they were little kids, everyone would chuckle heartily and pat him on the back for being so adorable.
Meanwhile, her sister was busy shoving pebbles in there, which should show you the relative maturity and comprehension level of these two children. As far as I'm concerned, it's a cute and funny anecdote about two little girls awkwardly growing up.
Her masturbation story might be a little uncomfortable for some (given that so many women, even as adults, aren't comfortable with masturbation, let alone in a shared space), but it doesn't constitute a sexual crime, nor does it make Dunham some kind of sex freak.
Handleman,' the tame calypso that's the new LP's catchiest number, the protagonist is pimping for his wife–a situation the group views with dispassion, if not outright approbation." He further wrote "All of Fieger's lyrics finally boil down to one sentiment: f*ck- me, honey.