When my kids came home yesterday, they screamed out “mom, took us to old mcDonald’s to eat.” Yikes! And then they showed me the happy meal prize. It was a “Kidz Bop” Cd. I’m not an expert on kids music, but I know that label means any descent song will be completely destroyed. And then to my surprise, I heard the beautiful voice of Cobie Callat, singing the opening to “Bubbly.” I took a sigh of relief until I was assaulted with the sound of a bad childrens choir repeating her words after she sang them. It was so horrible, my sons continued to play it over and over just to see me annoyed.
Trust me, the rest of the CD is not worth listening to. In fact, I would listen to ten repetitions of Alvin and the Chipmunks singing Funky Town, before listening to the Kidz Bop version. So imagine my surprise when I heard a lead in for the news, suggesting that parents were not happy with the latest Happy Meal CD.
It appears The Kidz Bop CD No. 6, song 1 is a cover of the song “I Don’t Wanna Be,” originally by Gavin DeGraw. Some jamoks think the guy says “fucking” instead “looking” around. I read this in one of the Hillbilly Newspapers, “When asked if she was concerned about the song being a bad influence, the grandmother said, “If my little grandson is going to go to school and sing it, it’s going to be terrible because if they listen to the CD, they can hear what we hear.”
Let me get this straight, McDonalds is going to put their reputation on the line by having a song for kids with the word, “fucking” on it? You’ve got to be “fucking” Kidzbopping me!
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There is no doubt that kids can be an advertisers best friend. How many times has your kid watched a show, only to later request a certain type of cereal that you don’t like. For some odd reason, I was also remembering how kids can be a nightmare for advertisers because they haven’t been fully programmed to act without thinking.
Today, I recalled one of the first times I took my son to McDonalds. I proudly ordered him a “happy meal.” I waited for that look of excitement because it was a “happy meal.” But he didn’t know what that was or what it meant. So he ate some of the food, examined the toy inside, and then seemed to be thinking about the experience. His first response to it was, “dad, do they also have sad meals?”
After reflecting on what a perfectly obvious but bright question that was, I was tempted to respond, “son, the happy meal is just that…..a sad meal.”