Everything He Knows, He Learned From Lady Gaga
Raising a child in Los Angeles, the land of glitz, glamour, and all things Hollywood, I realize that my son's perception of the world might be slightly skewed. The other day after picking him up from preschool, he pointed to a movie billboard (Man on the Ledge to be exact) and said, "Mommy, *Elise's daddy made Harry Potter."
"*Elise's daddy made the movie Harry Potter."
"Oh, is he a director?"
"What's a director?"
"The person in charge of the whole movie."
"No, he's the one that made it."
"You mean shot it? Maybe he's a camera man, or cinematographer?"
"NO. Mommy, he made it."
"Okay, like a producer? Like your daddy."
"No, mommy, no. I think he's the guy that works the projector at the movie theater. And makes it come to the screen.."
"Ah, yes. You're probably, right." I laughed to myself. It's unlikely that Elise's daddy works at AMC theaters and mans the projector, but I was actually relieved. I am not ready for him to go to parent comparison land and start questioning why so and so's mom has a cool job and I just "type letters."
I wondered though, if maybe growing up in Los Angeles with parents that are affiliated with "the business" makes him more aware of pop culture and media than maybe other four year olds.... Ooooooor maybe it's the music that I've let him listen to? This may sound like a stretch, but I'm starting to wonder if the majority of his vocabulary, and even his personality has been shaped by the likes of Pitbull, Usher, and Lady Gaga.
I'm not saying that I'm necessarily proud of the fact that he can recite "Telephone" or can sing "Give me Everything Tonight," but it's certainly the only reason that he says, "Hey, baby" to his friends or would wonder why someone would stay "with a baby at the club" all night. (Important life lessons, I tell ya. Real important).
Before you start (continue) judging me, I assure you that we've listened to our fair share of family friendly tunes. From Mary Poppins to Wizard of Oz to good ol' Raffi, we have bee-bopped and frolicked to some lovely music that doesn't warrant "what's the matter with today's kids" type of commentary. But I have to say, it's not all that terrible that some language and lessons on life will come from today's super stars.
Take our little conversation the other day. We're driving down the street and I see a swarm of paparazzi outside a celebrity frequented restaurant.
"Oh look, paparazzi," I say unenthusiastically.
"Paparazzi?!" Jonah screams. "Where's Lady Gaga?"
Aaaaaaand scene. Or as *Elise's projector/producer/director/much cooler than I'll ever be dad would say: "That's a wrap."