Today a little run-through
of jealousy in popular culture. Or rather, in a few selected songs.
Not your old-style, relatively innocent ”my stomach hurts when
Bob/ette is talking to someone who's not me” jealousy, but when it
veers into violence and potential death. Jumping from songs to dead
people might seem like a long shot, but at least in some cases it
isn't that much of a leap.
Yesterday, as my
music was on shuffle, I heard this Beatles song that I'd never
noticed before, ”Run for Your Life”.
Selected lyrics (but really, all parts of it are equally terrible):
Well you know that I'm a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can't spend my whole life
Trying just to make you toe the line
You better run for your life if you can, little girl
Hide your head in the sand little girl
Catch you with another man
That's the end, little girl
Let this be a sermon
I mean everything I've said
Baby, I'm determined
And I'd rather see you dead
[emphasis added]
Besides the obvious
derision in calling your lover ”little girl” (I'm very much
assuming that a grown John Lennon would be dating grown women, so
it's nowhere near being factually accurate), I hope you all see why this might
be problematic, the lyrics should speak for themselves. This is not
merely jealousy, this is disaster waiting to happen. There's a very
strong streak of desire to control every move of another human being,
which is pretty frightening by itself, and moreover a not very surreptitious
threat. He will see to it that you die (are killed), if you do
not follow orders. This is strong stuff.
I saw this being
labelled as the worst Beatles song ever,
which I will not necessarily argue against. 'Cause what can I say? Only that I haven't heard worse, but I haven't heard them all...
(Also,
obviously Lennon thought it was a-ok, but even in 1965, how on Earth
did nobody at any point stop and think, maybe this isn't the coolest
song ever? Like, did it seem romantic to someone or
something? Shudder.)
Another song, this
time “Don't Be Stupid (You Know I Love You)” by Shania
Twain
You're so complicated-you hang over my shoulder
When I read my mail
I don't appreciate it
When I talk to other guys
You think they're on my tail
I get so aggravated when I get off the phone
And I get the third degree
I'm really feelin' frustrated
...
I'm mad about you (I'm mad about you)
Can't live without you (can't live without you)
I'm crazy 'bout you (I'm crazy 'bout you)
So don't be stupid-you know I love you
Shania's*
boyfriend is obsessively monitoring her every move, and instead of
dumping him, she assures him that all is cool and she loves him, and
she'll never go away, etc. etc. She thinks this obsession with
control is annoying, but rather than a “cut this out or I'm gone”
conversation, explaining why the behaviour is unacceptable under any
circumstance, she assures him that it's simply superfluous since she
totally would never leave him or cheat on him. In other words,
stalking and control is ok if there is any reason to think the other
person would cheat, it's just not ok here because she wouldn't cheat.
So there!
I
personally think his behaviour sounds suspiciously like the one
exhibited by John Lennon in the above piece, and also like something
that could easily escalate. Next thing you know, he'll be using
physical violence to make his point and you'll be reduced to a
frightened person with no confidence in yourself and completely
isolated from friends and family. The loving part sounds like a
case of Stockholm syndrome
to me. You feel attachment to your abuser because sometimes he's not
not-nice to you, and it feels like he's being nice to you.
Manipulative jerks speculate in this. It is not a Good Thing. Please
please please, get out of there, before it's too late.
Often
threats of violence from jealous (ex)lovers/spouses are not taken
seriously. The internet abounds with stories of women,
fearing for their safety,
but who are ignored
until the guy shows up and kills them.
After that we're all sad that it went too far, and had to end like
this, and maybe a nod is made to his strong feelings, or something.
The
two songs here might, in a very generous way, be interpreted as
attempting to draw attention to something problematic, but there are
no hints that that was ever actually the intention. They're buying
straight into the acceptability and widespreadness of this form of
sense of possession of another person.
I
shall not make the step to argue that this form of possessiveness can
be eradicated easily and out of nowhere, but I do believe that in a
large part it is formed and reinforced by a culture that assumes that
another person can be exclusive to you. Mandatory monogamy
is easily taken a step further. The same goes for a
masculinity
that is tied to being Not a Woman, defined by “having” and owning
women.
This
only barely touches upon the dynamics of violent relationships in general,
but I would think that in many cases obsessive possessive jealousy is
tied to it. In any case, we shouldn't be fostering this sort of
jealousy, we should do our best to teach our children why it will not
do, why they should be happy in themselves
and not in relation to who they own, and aim at dissipating the
personal insecurity that feeds the need for asserting yourself in
such a violent way.
I'll
be the first to admit that particularly the Beatles song scares me
senseless. Not in the literal sense that I'm afraid John Lennon will
be knocking on my door tomorrow to warn me not to talk to my friends
ever again, but on a more general, human level. I've seen it happen,
and I've seen where it can go, and felt the surreptitiousness of it,
and I've even been fortunate. This thinking and attitude towards
other people is not only unpleasant for everyone you'll ever date or
love, it's downright dangerous.
* I
do realise it's probably not Shania's personal experience, but a song
about whomever. Just stick with me.
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