In those dark pre-Christina-Hendricks-on-MAD-MEN days of 2006, I spat this song out of frustration with a culture that seemed to be literally starving out a generation of the young and talented. But... a straight guy ranting about female body image issues in pop culture is automatically suspect, isn't it? Also, I probably should've known better than to go topical about young Hollywood -- the references date the song immediately. Hopefully it's taken in the spirit it's given: that real women are awesome just like they are; that it's sick to tell your society that starvation is the standard of beauty; and that if one is what one eats, being frightened to eat says frightening things about what one's been emotionally fed. (P.S.: at one point, I wanted to invent a character named Emaciation Jones. Dibs.)

Hip Bones

I'm sick of looking at your hip bones --
at every actress / model / heiress
who takes her orders straight from Paris...
When will the industry please spare us
their emaciation jones?
I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.

I'm sick of looking at your hip bones --
as every waify, strafey richie
goes blase' goosestep-strutting, which we
choose to misread as fierce or bitchy,
not misguided, tragic clones
I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.

I'm sick of looking at your hip bones --
Kiera, we dream about you nightly,
but oh, your skeleton's unsightly
atop a pirate ship of fright; we
would fill your treasured chest with scones.
I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.

What did a burger ever do to you?
What did a pizza ever do to you?
What did a french fry ever do to you?
What the hell did your parents do to you?
How can our culture keep on killing you?

I'm sick of looking at your hip bones.
I guess it started back with Twiggy,
but she's a long way since "Shindig;" she
might be size 6 – is that now piggy?
Lay off the Botox, all you crones,
And get some marrow in your hip bones.