From The Mouths of Rapists: The Lyrics of Robin Thickeâs Blurred Lines [TW: Rape, Sexual Assault, Rape Enablism, Rape Apologism, Victim Blaming, Victim Shaming, Graphic Descriptions of Rape and Sexual Assault, Misogyny, Sexism]
Trigger warning: Graphic descriptions of sexual assault.
Robin Thickeâs summer hit Blurred Lines addresses what he considers to be sounds like a grey area between consensual sex and assault. The images in this post place the song into a real-life context.  They are from Project Unbreakable, an online photo essay exhibit, and feature images of women and men holding signs with sentences that their rapist said before, during, or after their assault.   Letâs begin.
Thicke sings âI know you want it,â a phrase that many sexual assault survivors report their rapists saying to justify their actions, as demonstrated over and over in the Project Unbreakable testimonials.
Thicke further sings âYouâre a good girl,â suggesting that a good girl wonât show her reciprocal desire (if it exists). This becomes further proof in his mind that she wants sex: for good girls, silence is consent and ânoâ really means âyes.â
Calling an adult a âgood girlâ in this context resonates with the the virgin/whore dichotomy. The implication in Blurred Lines is that because the woman is not responding to a manâs sexual advances, which of course are irresistible, sheâs hiding her true sexual desire under a facade of disinterest. Thicke is singing about forcing a woman to perform both the good girl and bad girl roles in order to satisfy the manâs desires.
Thicke and company, as all-knowing patriarchs, will give her what he knows she wants (sex), even though sheâs not actively consenting, and she may well be rejecting the man outright.
Do it like it hurt, do it like it hurt, what you donât like work?
This lyric suggests that women are supposed to enjoy pain during sex or that pain is part of sex:
The womanâs desires play no part in this scenario â except insofar as he projects whatever he pleases onto her â another parallel to the act of rape: sexual assault is generally not about sex, but rather about a physical and emotional demonstration of power.
The way you grab me.
Must wanna get nasty.
This is victim-blaming.  Everybody knows that if a woman dances with a man it means she wants to sleep with him, right? And if she wears a short skirt or tight dress sheâs asking for it, right? And if she even smiles at him it means she wants it, right?  Wrong.  A dance, an outfit, a smile â sexy or not â does not indicate consent. This idea, though, is pervasive and believed by rapists.
And women, according to Blurred Lines, want to be treated badly.
Nothing like your last guy, he too square for you.
He donât smack your ass and pull your hair like that.
In this misogynistic fantasy, a woman doesnât want a âsquareâ whoâll treat her like a human being and with respect. She would rather be degraded and abused for a manâs gratification and amusement, like the women who dance around half naked humping dead animals in the music video.
The pièce de rÊsistance of the non-censored version of Blurred Lines is this lyric:
Iâll give you something to tear your ass in two.
What better way to show a woman whoâs in charge than violent, non-consensual sodomy?
Ultimately, Robin Thickeâs rape anthem is about male desire and male dominance over a womanâs personal sexual agency. The rigid definition of masculinity makes the man unable to accept the idea that sometimes his advances are not welcome. Thus, instead of treating a woman like a human being and respecting her subjectivity, sheâs relegated to the role of living sex doll whose existence is naught but for the pleasure of a man.
In Melinda Hughâs Lame Lines parody of Thickeâs song she sings, âYou think I want it/ I really donât want it/ Please get off it.â  The Law Revue Girls âDefined Linesâ response toBlurred Lines notes, âYeah we donât want it/ Itâs chauvinistic/ Youâre such a bigot.â  Rosalind Peters says in her one-woman retort, âLetâs clear up something mate/ Iâm here to have fun/ Iâm not here to get raped.â
There are no âblurred lines.â There is only one line: consent.
And the absence of consent is a crime.
Sezin Koehler is an informal ethnographer and novelist living in Florida. You can find her on Twitter and Facebook. Â