What ever happened to good old fashioned innuendo?
Where did innuendo go?
That is the question that has been bugging me recently.
I listen to a lot of music from the 1940s, many of which are scattered with allusions to sex without ever saying it explicitly. In many ways, innuendo is what creates the allure. When the sexual reference is merely an inference you are invited to fill in the gaps with your imagination. Take this classic from George Formby:
The chambermaids’ sweet names I call
It’s a wonder I don’t fall
My mind’s not on my work at all
When I’m cleanin’ windows.
Compare this with the top song of last year WAP which (as the name Wet-Ass Pussy suggests) is completely explicit in its depiction:
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah)
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