music these days...

"Alright!" she shouted, "It's Chingy's 'Right Thurr.'" "Right where?" I asked. "Right Thurr," she responded. "You mean 'Right There?" I asked again, seeking clarification. "Right Thurr," she wrote on my notepad, ever the stickler for grammar.

As an Original Gangster, I'm used to salty rap lyrics--but then, I'm not an 11-year-old girl. So it was a little disconcerting to hear my niece, who doesn't swear, who goes to church, and who hasn't yet had a serious boyfriend, blissfully singing, Gimmie what you got for a pork chop / She threw it at me like I was a shortstop / Twerkin' in a phatty girl halter top / Then she backed it up on me, and let it drop.

"You listen to this?" I asked, astonished. "Everybody does," she responded. It's a lot more wholesome, she assured me, than the song she heard her elite private school girlfriends singing earlier in the day: "Slob On My Knob."

from a hilarious article at the weekly standard, written by a former american idol fan.