Today I ran into a hilarious Mom parody of the Twenty One Pilots song Stressed Out made by Deva Dalporto over at My Life Suckers. It was fabulous, hilarious, and relatable. Click any of the links to check it and her out. If you are a mom, you will adore her. I went to comment and tell her how amazing I thought it was and BOOM! I was hit by a firewall of negativity. There was one ridiculous comment after another. Fans of the band were appalled that these mom’s were defiling a sacred piece of music and possibly making fun of the singers profound use of hand and neck paint. Sh*t was getting real in the comments section. There were more than a few commenters who obviously needed a “safe space”.
As a writer, I am used to getting negative comments about my work. Half the time I don’t even think people read the article before attacking it. They see the headline and immediately get offended. (Thanks click-bait happy editors everywhere) So when I saw the comments on this video, I realized that the most logical thing to do would be to share some of the better comments with you along with some responses.
First we have Nolan, who is offended because apparently no one ever taught him that a parody by definition is a humorous imitation of a serious piece. They also didn’t teach him how to spell. Somebody send him a dictionary and everything will be ok.
Then we have Michael, whose comment is so absurd I can’t even post it straight. The whole music video down to their outfits (which includes the paint the singer was wearing) was copied. This in no way even comes close to the racism and hundreds of years of systematic oppression that blackface represents. Hey Bill Engvall, this guy needs one of those signs you hand out. (Does he still do that?)
No, Maya I’m sure you are not the only one in your clique who is “kinda offensive”. However, the word you were most likely looking for is “offended” Go find Nolan and share his dictionary.
Now I’m confused? You are commenting negatively on their video and yet they are trolling you? Who is this Leafy and does he have any pot? (Is that still what the cool kids call Marijuana?) Because if I remember correctly from high school that might calm some of you down…wait or it might make you even more paranoid. Ok, scratch that Leafy, don’t bring the pot.
If I had to guess, he probably lived in his parent’s basement because he came from a middle class family and it was more comfortable than living in a van and working as an orderly like Mick Jagger or sleeping on his friend’s couch and working as a janitor like Kurt Cobain. Having a group of mom’s parody how his mom felt while she cleaned her adult son’s underwear, was probably just a coincidence and not actually his goal.
I feel so bad for the Bieb’s, you egg one house and not even a Comedy Central roast can redeem you. However, the Bieb’s newest song was written by Ed Sheeran (The amazing, multi-talented, songwriter, singer with a flow, you need him man he don’t need you, Ed Sheeran) so you know the lyrics came from an amazing place and mean something (even if what they mean is f-u to some girl who tried to break his heart)….and again with the paint. I’m so over the paint.
Because if they found this they might laugh and laughter is good for someone with anxiety and what if through laughter Deva single handedly cured Tyler and he couldn’t write anymore of his meaningful lyrics and he didn’t need his symbolic paint? It could be a travesty for this entire fandom.
It’s not my fault. Ever since Wayne’s World every time I get drunk and there’s Karaoke something inside me screams “T you can sing Bohemian Rhapsody” and that something inside of me is a dirty dirty liar….oh wait did you mean this song is the best song ever? Honey, we need to get you a record player and some albums. You need The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Queen, The Rolling Stones, and a little Marvin Gaye.
So, now that I am finished trolling the trolls. The one thing we can all learn from this is if your kid wasn’t born with a sense of humor, please teach them how to have one. Make them listen to Weird Al albums or watch old South Park episodes over and over until they are completely desensitized and are no longer able to get offended by stupid crap. Also, buy them a dictionary, a few really good albums, and a history book (so they learn just how precious freedom of speech really is). Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be douchebags! #Lifewithboys
Tiffany O’Connor is a mom to two amazing, energetic, and fearless boys. She is married to her high school sweet heart and has three college degrees. Her hobbies include watching TV shows about zombies, hiding in her hot tub with a bottle of champagne, and writing all about her misadventures parenting in a “man cave” at #Lifewithboys.