So I was in Old Navy this weekend checking out the latest rayon/cotton/polyester blends when over the loud speaker they play Gwen Stefani’s Hollaback Girl. First time I hear this song, I instantly hated it. But anyone who knows me knows that I’m really easy to persuade with bright colors, and shiny metals and a catchy tune. You pretty much have me. So now I love this song. So much that I know the words…but really there isn’t that much in this song.

I mean come on…she repeats this over and over:

A few times I’ve been around that track
So it’s not just gonna happen like that
Cause I ain’t no hollaback girl
I ain’t no hollaback girl

And yeah there’s cursing. She says “This my Shit, this my shit” like all over the place. It’s part of the song, it’s what makes it charming. So I found it a bit alarming that Old Navy played an edited version of this song so instead of hearing the typical chorus I hear this:

This my ______, This my ______

I mean the T isn’t emphasized so you could say she’s saying “This my shish.” That would be better than COMPLETE SILENCE. The drum track played in the background but really it just messed up the song.

I guess if Old Navy wanted to play Nirvana’s “Rape Me” it would work well with their consumer creeds.

_______ meeeeeeee. _________ meeeeeeee.

You know Ambercrombie and Fitch doesn’t censor their tracks…but they don’t hire Asian people so you don’t win either way.

Oh well.