I know the way I portray and interpret this song may seem ridiculous by most that detest it or even adore it, but in my opinion this is the beauty of music. Music is an art that left open for interpretation. If you enjoy a song I encourage you to take whatever meaning you can from it, because although the artist may have different intentions we can all learn a lot from music and never allow anyone to tell you what it's supposed to mean, because your ears will always be your own.

 

My Senior year of high school I attended a party at an acquaintances home  who I conventionally veered away from.

  

As I entered the scene it was pretty obvious that nearly all of those attending were wasted (gosh 11:00PM on a Saturday night in High School, am I right?). Some had already become friendly with the floor around, but the ones left standing greeted and hugged me as I walked by. Old friends from middle school I had since lost touch with were telling me how happy they were to see me again. If it hadn’t been for the fact that most of those kids threw up sometime later that night, those words may have really lifted my spirits and made me feel welcome. Even still I find a strange sense of solace in the parable, “Drunk mind, sober heart”

 

Within the walls of school many kids are often tired, stressed or filled with anxiety for their own personal reasons. If you didn’t have a class or outside activity with someone it can often be hard to befriend that person, but this party was a powerful social engagement in which I got to know how people really looked at one another.

 

No one was excluded from the enjoyment, because we saw each other for deep level, moral diversity, not the masks we purchased from clothing stores and donned in the hallways.  That evening we were all the same, simple High School seniors from a wealthy suburb seeking the means to vent our frustration and anxiety from the bad cafeteria food and physics classes.

 

As the night advanced I decided to make one last stop into the basement before I departed in hopes to get the full experience. I was cast into a flashing room and a mosh pit of people rubbing one another drunk and disorderly as music blared through the speakers and friends from school trounced around in backwards hats with their underwear emerging from the backs of their pants.

 

At this point, I’d had my fill, but just as I was about to leave a very attractive young lady from the crowd jumped up onto the couch and raised her hands to the ceiling. She began to twist and contort her body like a very erotic fish out of water sequence as the light ran across her perfectly and she showed off what she had on the outside. Directly in front of her sat an old friend of mine I hadn’t seen in ages. He'd become fascinated by the act in front of us. His awkward drunken gawking at every thrust she made in the flippant air, I slowly excused myself.

 

A few days later in class I found myself in the company of this girl from the party. And over the next few weeks I came to converse and spend time with a newly found appreciation for her. I began to see that she was very strong, well spoken, curious, intelligent and even interesting. Couple this with the fact that she was also a stunning physical specimen and the only thing that discouraged me from charming her were those typical weekend shenanigans.

 

As the class waged on I began to understand that through some rough array of actions the truly significant aspects that culminate into ones ‘self’ might be impossible to perceive. I suppose you need a very big magnifying glass, patience, seasoned quantitative reasoning skills and maybe a cookie to understand an individual beyond their anatomy.

 

One day while just having pleasant conversation with the educator of this class, she conveyed the idea that many of this young woman’s action in class and social life could be attributed to the fact she felt very frustrated and insecure, which compelled her to be so mischievous and portray this image of being a ‘sexy bitch’.

 

In a lot of ways it frightened me, in some ways it totally aroused me, but in the end the most major emotion I felt simply depression. This girl really was gifted in thought and perception, but rather then finding pleasure in life as a whole, she often resorted to constant revelry, intense shouting fests and simple accumulation of the intense life style she lived now. 

 

If I had one to two more years on my hands I would probably have attempted to get inside this girl (mentally), but I didn’t even need to question whether it was worth the time. Instead I choose to look back fondly on that evening of her hips swaying through the sweat and mist coupled with our incredible classroom debates. This helps to keep me grounded, rational and believe in my fellow man that also tends to bark when they’re confused or afraid rather than interpret what their emotions are howling.

 

Put to the words and sounds of David Guettas, Sexy Bitch, Id say “She was nothing like the girl I had ever seen before, she was nothing I could compare to my neighborhood whore” and that goes for what she was shaking on the outside at that party as well as what I saw later exposed on the inside.