I remember several older adults during my youth telling me that TV rots your brains, and that rap music lets the Devil into your soul, where he swishes around your grey matter like jello. They may or may not have been joking with me. I was a kid, I didn’t listen to people talking. I remember a relative of mine warning me against Spongebob, because the show encouraged mean-spirited humor. If they had known what my favorite cartoon at the time was, they’d have been a little more concerned, I’m sure.
Honestly, that show is still really great.
As for music, of course I didn’t need to be told twice that you can’t spell crap without rap. Except for the occasional Run DMC track, I can’t stand the stuff. So that wasn’t a problem. Unfortunately, most of my soundtrack as a kid consisted of Nick Carter and his party-boy…
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