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By Joanna DelBuono
Brooklyn Daily
Oh no! The proper police are it again. The rabid radicals who decide what is politically correct have proclaimed Katy Perry’s performance at the American Music Awards last week offensive because she dared don a geisha costume while performing her song “Unconditionally.” She further added insult to injury with her choice of scene decor and paper parasols.
Wake up — there was nothing offensive about her at all. No overt sexuality or bawdy behavior like Miley Cyrus twerking and gesticulating at the MTV Video Music Awards. Perry was fully clothed (unlike Jennifer Lopez, who left nothing to the imagination after her third change of costume), with no foul clothing to upset animal activists like when Lady Gaga molded herself in meat.
Many years ago in the dark 1950s, when sexuality was the big bad guy, comedian George Carlin commented that if you looked hard enough, you could find sex in a Singer sewing pattern. Well the wheels have turned and now the proper police find offensive costumes in every Singer sewing pattern around. When the proper police imagine a slight, they seek it out and obliterate it with the speed of a scud missile. Then it’s on the front page in all the dailies. Their venom hits the air waves like a tsunami washing over every bit of common sense until we are all seeing offensiveness where none exists.
Let’s remember to always wear what is politically correct in order to keep the proper police content.
What’s next? Drab gray shirts, pants, hat, one hair style, give up our individuality — wait, no, that’s too much like the communist style. Wouldn’t want to offend them now would we?
The melting pot that is America has flourished because the people that came here shared their cultures, their clothing styles, their holiday traditions, and blended it into the fabric of our daily lives. Individuality was what the huddled masses yearned for and came here to obtain. To embrace a new beginning, yet still share their heritage.
Katy Perry did not offend, she embraced another’s clothing style and shared it in a beautiful song. And she did it in an entertaining way.
Thank the god of fashion that the proper police were absent in the swinging ’60s, lest there would have never been sophisticated men in the ever popular Nehru Jacket; cozy and warm in a quilted Sherpa; no loose and comfy Harem pants, especially easy to wear at Thanksgiving; nor the ever-flowing kaftan. Where would we be without the cool and liberating muumuu dress? The slinky sexy kimono? Men would be bereft in the summer without Hawaiian print shirts. And I would have never experienced the ease of styling the Gypsy hair cut of the early ’70s.
Not for Nuthin™ but I say it is time we lock up the proper police and chuck them all into solitary confinement with prison striped suits. Then they can all not offend themselves and leave the rest of us alone.
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