In Which the Prof Overthinks Still Another Thing

For no readily apparent reason, an old Rod Stewart hit popped into my head last night:

Now the song in question is the outline of a planned seduction, a theme with considerable heritage, perhaps most memorably executed in Donne’s “The Flea” (a poem I always delight in teaching.) Fair enough. But we get to the couplet that opens the fourth verse, to wit:

“Don’t say a word, my virgin child,/ Just let your inhibitions run wild.”

Um, Rod? If you’re planning to deflower this maiden, wouldn’t you want her inhibitions to be cast aside, suppressed, or otherwise disregarded, rather than freely expressed? I mean, if her inhibitions are “run[ning] wild”, I’m guessing neither of y’all are gonna have a great deal of fun. Instead, you’re setting yourself up for tears, recriminations, and (I suspect) even more inhibitions down the road.

Of course, maybe y’all are into that. Still, it seems less than delightful.

So that’s what I thought about last night.

About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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2 Responses to In Which the Prof Overthinks Still Another Thing

  1. J. Otto Pohl says:

    I just found your blog again after a long hiatus. Merry Christmas from Kurdistan. I moved from Ghana a year and a half ago.

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