I recently came across this song from the soundtrack, "South Pacific" and it brought a wave of nostalgia over me.
When I was young, our family had one of those big, huge stereos encased in a woodgrain finish. It opened from the top and, inside, you put the record on the turntable. There were two big speakers in the front, hidden behind some kind of material. My parents had a huge collection of musicals including South Pacific. I would lay down on my stomach, elbows on the carpet with my chin on my palms and sing "There is nothing like a Dame". I would sing it over and over, legs bouncing up and down, head moving side to side. I committed the song to memory along with many others.
One particular time, after listening to "There is nothing like a Dame", I got up, and began to march around the house, singing at the top of my little lungs. This caused quite a stir with my Mom. She immediately intercepted me at the dining room and proceeded to lecture me on why I shouldn't be belting out that adult tune. I had forgotten that there were records I could listen to and those I should remain as far away from as possible. In retrospect, I can't see why she didn't stop me from listening when I would lay in front of the stereo. She had to hear it, right? I can only surmise that until she actually saw her young, foolish son having "adult stuff" spewing out of his mouth, she never gave it a thought. Boy, was I mad at her! I think I responded to her lecture with about ten "But Mom!".
Ah, to be young again.....
The song does come across as terribly sexist. My wife won't let me sing it around her. I've yet to figure out if it's the song or my voice...or both. She is a soft-core Feminist. How come hard-core Feminists are not protesting the broadway show, "South Pacific"? They seem to get up-in-arms about other trivial things. This would be no exception.
You know what though? I enjoy the fact that men can get together and sing about women if they want. I worship most women but some in society now-a-days seem to want to cut off our manhoods.
*Ouch!*
