So I’m walking down the hall at work and I hear the custodians are listening to some shitty pop/hip-hop radio station again. (It’s usually that or country, so I tend to steer clear of their work zones.) I tend to tune it out, but the name Helen Keller jumped out at me.
Did I hear that right? I wondered. Sure enough:
“Shush girl, shut your lips. Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.”
I thought maybe it was a joke, so I punched it into Google and found the complete lyrics to the song “Don’t Trust Me” by the band 3OH!3. The Helen Keller? Really, guys? I guess nothing screams sexy like a deaf, dumb and blind woman.
I guess nothing screams sexy! like a deaf, dumb and blind woman.
Why no props for Anne Sullivan? If it weren’t for Ms Sullivan, Helen Keller would have been the Crazy Cat Lady from the Simpsons, only with worse aim.