The thing about Pour Some Sugar On Me was,
it really was Pour Some Sugar On Me. Other
songs weren't. They were like Hey! The Music
It's Too Loud, or Don't Love The Stop Love.
Culturally that clangs dissonance, especially
by comparison. It jars bells awry, when you
compare the heart mind message and this
song info coming in. Pick a metaphor, people!
That's when Def stepped up talking 'bout some
sugar. Saccharine, whatever. They weren't picky,
just pour some granular white and sticky enough!
People en masse tried it at home. Kind of fucked
up, but it worked. It worked a treat! Yeast infections
soared (the point of the sugar substitutes, arguably
- Def once again on-point in the women-wise areas),
but overall people kept coming back for more
like a freight train, jonesing to be backed up,
stacked and packed and freighted with sugar.
No other song really did that before, and since
- why bother? What's done is done. It's the
simplicity and directness of the request, I
think. Pour some sugar. Ok, where?
On me.
Oh.
Well, then
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Saturday, June 05, 2021
Pour Some Sugar On Me: A cultural impacts analysis
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