Does no one care if lyrics of Robin Thicke and Pharrell's Blurred Lines read like rapist's charter?
Perhaps it's time to come out and admit that Mike Read might have had a point all those years ago. You'll remember how Read made himself a national laughing stock when he tried to get Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Relax banned from the airwaves. Oh, how the sophisticates sniggered at the hapless DJ.
But now look what's number one – Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines, a song so marinaded in sexism and casual misogyny that the thing is no longer just a pop tune but a lagoon of toxic pus.
As is par for the course these days, we've two videos. The adult one has topless models cavorting around in flesh-coloured thongs, sticking their fingers in their mouths and making goo-goo eyes while a fully clothed Thicke, Pharrell and TI look smug and leery. The 'clean' video has the models in tiny weeny tops – obviously perfect viewing for kids.
Its the lyrics, however, that really cross the line. Thicke and his mates hate those blurred lines when a woman says no but continues – as they do – to keep mauling them: "And that's why I'm gon' take a good girl/I know you want it... Can't let it get past me'.
But that's the lads just warming up their little imaginations. Complimenting "the hottest bitch in the place" (Oh, where are you David Niven?), Thicke says of the woman's last boyfriend: "OK now he was close, tried to domesticate you/But you're an animal..."
And, of course, all good girls/animals/hot bitches need taming: "Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you/He don't smack that ass and pull your hair like that/So I just watch and wait for you to salute/But you didn't pick/Not many women can refuse this pimpin'/But I'm a nice guy, but you get it if you get with me".
There's other stuff which can't be printed in a family newspaper but you get my point – Blurred Lines reads like a rapist's fantasy.
And the amazing thing is that it has caused so little fuss in the media. We are at a crossroads where music and porn are rapidly fusing into one entity.
There comes a time to say 'No'. Blurred Lines is that moment. But I'm not holding my breath.