Well, let me tell ya, this whole “girls just wanna have fun” thing, it ain’t always black and white. It’s got a whole lotta gray to it, you know? Like, what do them young girls really mean by “fun” these days? Back in my day, fun was churning butter and maybe going to the county fair once a year. Nowadays, it’s… different.
Them young’uns and their “fun”
I see these girls on the TV, always singin’ and dancin’ about havin’ fun. They got their short skirts and their fancy phones, and they’re always goin’ on about doin’ what they want. But sometimes, what they want ain’t so good, you see? It gets kinda blurry.
- Sometimes “fun” is just good, clean fun, like laughin’ with your friends and maybe goin’ to a dance.
- But then there’s other times when “fun” means stayin’ out all night, drinkin’ stuff they shouldn’t, and messin’ with things they don’t understand. That’s when it gets into that gray zone, you know? Not right, not wrong, just… blurry.
Heard on the radio ’bout some girls, local girls they was, gone missin’. The police, they were lookin’ for another one, they said. Makes a body wonder, what kind of “fun” were they havin’, huh? Did they go off lookin’ for a good time and end up in a bad place? It’s a worry, it is. A real worry.
That singin’ lady and her song
There’s this song, been around for a while, “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” it’s called. Catchy tune, I’ll give it that. This lady, Cyndi somethin’-or-other, she sings it. Heard it on the radio a few times when I was in town. Said somethin’ about girls wantin’ to live their lives to the fullest, whatever that means. Back in my day, livin’ life to the fullest meant keepin’ the house clean, feedin’ the family, and makin’ sure everyone had clean clothes. Now, it seems to mean somethin’ else entirely.
The gray zone is everywhere, ain’t it?
That gray zone, it ain’t just about girls and their fun, though. It’s everywhere. Like when you’re tryin’ to decide if you should tell your neighbor their chickens are wanderin’ into your garden again. Or when you’re tryin’ to figure out if that salesman is tellin’ you the truth about that newfangled washin’ machine. Life’s full of these blurry spots, ain’t no gettin’ around it. It’s just like that “gray zone” the fellers on the news talk about, the one with them countries doin’ things that ain’t quite war, but ain’t quite friendly neither. Harmful stuff they call it. Just like some of that “fun” them girls are havin’.
So, what’s the answer? Heck if I know.
I ain’t got all the answers, that’s for sure. But I reckon it all comes down to bein’ careful and thinkin’ before you do somethin’. “Fun” is good, yeah, but it can’t be the only thing you’re lookin’ for. You gotta have some sense, some responsibility too. And maybe, just maybe, them girls need to learn that. They need to learn that havin’ fun ain’t worth nothin’ if it puts you in danger, or hurts someone else. And they need to know there’s a whole lotta gray in this world, and they gotta learn how to navigate it. That’s the truth of it, plain and simple.
Just gotta keep an eye out, I guess.
So yeah, girls just wanna have fun. But they gotta be smart about it. And the rest of us, we gotta keep an eye out for ’em. Make sure they don’t wander too far into that gray zone, you know? ‘Cause once you’re in there, it ain’t always easy to find your way back out.
And that’s all I gotta say about that.
Tags: Girls Just Want to Have Fun, Gray Zone, Fun, Responsibility, Missing, Empowerment, Cyndi Lauper
