Reading through this article on Lady GaGa in New York Magazine, I came across this sentence:
"[T]he song itself is a thinly veiled ode to rough sex, which fits all too well into the emotionally toxic tone of contemporary pop radio, which is essentially a terrifying echo chamber of anger, violence, entitlement, and porny sexuality."
I realized, reading this, that I have no idea what music is considered popular, at the moment. I was laughing at a colleague who posted Cake lyrics as his Facebook status today, but then I realized that I'm probably out of touch, too. Is this how getting old starts?