can you please make a list of really popular french songs? like, the type of songs that if you play them at a party in france almost everybody knows all the words and can dance to them.
Hi, this has been taking root in my asks for a while and I’m sorry but this is a hard question; people born in Nice in the 60s and in Trappes in the 90s will have extremely different references. And the dancing criteria makes it worse.
What people are likely to know, regardless of social context: the most famous songs of Piaf (La vie en rose, Mon manège à moi, maybe Milord), Aznavour (La bohème, Hier encore, Emmenez-moi), Brel (La chanson des vieux amants, Ne me quitte pas, Quand on a que l’amour), Gainsbourg (La javanaise, Je suis venu te dire que je m’en vais, Le poinçonneur des lilas), Brassens (La mauvaise réputation, Les copains d’abord, Gare au gorille), etc.
Stuff a bit less old (to not say younger, as I’m talking 80s): Michel Berger (Le paradis blanc, La groupie du pianiste), Indochine (L’aventurier, J’ai demandé à la lune, Trois nuits par semaine), France Gall (Ella Elle l’a, Il jouait du piano debout, Poupée de cire), Daniel Balavoine (Le chanteur, L’aziza, Mon fils ma bataille), Joe Dassin (Et si tu n’existais pas, A toi, Pour un flirt avec toi), etc.
Then: Jean-Jacques Goldman (Je te donne, Là-bas, Quand la musique est bonne, Au bout de mes rêves), Mylène Farmer (Désenchantée, Libertine, Sans contrefaçon), Garou (Seul, Sous le vent, Belle), Céline Dion (Pour que tu m’aimes encore, On ne change pas, S’il suffisait d’aimer), Florent Pagny (Savoir aimer, Ma liberté de penser, Là où je t’emmènerai), etc.
2000s: BB brunes’ Dis-moi, Kyo’s Dernière danse, L5′s Toutes les femmes de ta vie, Larusso’s Tu m’oublieras, Matt Pokora’s Elle me contrôle, Renan Luce’s La lettre, Superbus’ Lola, Tragédie’s Hey ho, Diam’s La boulette, Fatal Bazooka’s Mauvaise foi nocturne, Rose’s La liste, etc.
2010s: Sexion d’assaut’s Avant qu’elle parte and Désolé, Colonel Reyel’s Celui and Aurélie, Mika’s Elle me dit, Stromaé’s Alors on danse and Papaoutai, Kendji Girac’s Andalouse and Bella, Louane’s Jour un and Avenir, etc.
Currently are huge: Aya Nakamura’s Jolie nana, Hatik’s Angela, Bosh’s Djomb, Vitaa and Slimane’s Versus, Jul’s La machine, Maes’ Les derniers salopards, Gambi’s La vie est belle.
Now-
I was born in 1992. There’s a lot of stuff I’ve never heard of because I’m not that interested in current stuff - I’ve never listened to Jul, for example. Had you asked your question to a 14-year-old, they would probably mention him very quickly. What I can say is that people my age would destroy everything up to the 2000s at a karaoke session, and then start having issues; whereas my younger sibling, eight years younger than me, would have the exact opposite problem. Why? Because I heard the very old stuff on the radio, before the Internet even happened; nowadays, people don’t listen to the radio anymore, they go on Youtube or Spotify, so they don’t experience that stuff.
So I’m afraid there’s not really *one* answer to that question, except maybe if you want to focus on lame stuff DJs play at parties when people are starting to be bored, like Les démons de minuit ou Partenaire particulier. Those will get everybody on their feet. But that’s probably not what you’re looking for!
Despite every moment of life being indescribably precious and a wondrous mystery, I will spend it caring about dividends and how many rental properties I have.
I can't imagine caring this much about numbers that absolutely will never impact my life. This person is making more in passive income than I've ever made in my life and he's just like "but but I need more :(".
I mean, fuck that guy, but psychologically it's interesting.
Some desperate remnant of his soul knows what he needs. As soon as his debt is cleared, he goes on to live what many would call an utterly charmed life: working no more than 20 hours a week, travelling and spending time with friends (which he, at $150,000 a year and no mortgage, has ample money to do). He has a loving relationship also.
But his brain is so rotten that he cannot understand happiness anymore. He is incapable of conceptualising it other than in money.
A man who has everything except the ability to feel it.
This man is so so so close to realizing a fundamental truth to how humans operate, but I genuinely don’t think he’s going to get there. Although I’m not sure he realizes it this man views the money he earns as a direct translation of his sense of personal achievement and engagement.
Which means that when he says he regrets the months he didn’t pick up more hours to earn more money, what he’s describing here is boredom. He’s doing it in the crassest, shallowest, most income-obsessed and unattainable for most of us way possible, yes. But this man is expressing that once he achieved a certain financial goal he relaxed, enjoyed himself, got bored, realized on some level he was understimulated, and then started working more hours to meet whatever stimulated activity threshold he personally needs.
This is infuriating because this man experienced the counter-argument to that nonsensical talking point that if we meet people’s financial needs with a universal basic income they’ll grow lazy and won't do anything.
Anyone trying to develop $200,000 in passive annual income is not working three minimum-wage jobs to live paycheck-to-paycheck. This man’s basic financial needs were met. Working more hours to make more money is just his own personal code for ‘I still needed to use my mind to do things’ (using what might be the only metric of personal achievement he might actually have). This man lived the argument for universal basic income and I genuinely don’t think he realizes that. Once his basic income needs were met he still needed to do things to keep himself stimulated and engaged with his own life.
You see a version of this play out with retirees who leave their jobs, go home, and very quickly find themselves in need of new activities or friends or engagements to keep them present and stimulated in their lives. Ensuring someone’s basic financial needs are met doesn’t make them stop doing things, humans don’t work that way.
There is, I believe, a line in an Agatha Christie story about a man so desperately unhappy he doesn’t know he’s unhappy. “Ah, a rich man,” responds the nun.
This was my actual favorite part of working in a theater. People would come in and use a string of words no human had ever uttered and I’d have to be like “ohhhhkay let’s parse this out.”
Ah, see, the problem here is that you’re making the common mistake of assuming people bother to read anything. At all. At any given point. When in the presence of customer service worker.
I am not policing anyone. I am saying that you have a moral responsibility (or at least you SHOULD) once you post something like that on the Internet. Warnings don't do shit. We all know that people are curious. Children are curious. No kid actually cares about the under 18 warning. They are impressionable and easily copy behaviour. I was like that, my friends were like that. I'm not saying don't post things like that. I'm just asking, are you ready to take responsibility for the aftermath?
You seem to be laboring under the misconception that I am responsible for internet teenagers’ poor choices. I’m not. Neither is any content creator. Do you spend your free time going after the adult film industry and asking whether they’re ready to “take responsibility” for teenagers that deliberately ignore the 18+ notification and click through to their weird diaper fetish porn?
I was a teenager on the internet once (I’m not going to say back in the day because I have followers that were on Usenet and that’s REALLY back in the day). We didn’t used to have any kind of content warnings at all. I say this jokingly a lot but seriously, back in my day, you could trip over xeno tentacle non-con in the middle of a fic that didn’t look like it was going in that direction, and it wasn’t labeled at all. Ever! You know what was labeled and warned for, left right and center? “This story has slash in it! That’s GAY KISSING!!!”
Seriously though, there used to be a time when the fandom and fic-writing atmosphere was so toxic to same-sex relationships that the content was usually hidden behind a splash screen with an obnoxious warning in cyan comic sans. Sometimes there were “secret instructions” on the disclaimer page - people would hide how to get into their website (“if you read the disclaimer you’ll know to click on the ^_^ face in the bottom left corner of the page to get to the site!” and such nonsense). I grew up in a time on the internet when it was easier to find graphic torture porn and rape-as-woobifying-backstory than it was to find fluffy hand-holding fic with my gay OTP.
And all I can hear when y’all roll up all “THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!” is all the people who forced slash and femslash fans out of their archives, away from their internet space, and into the loosely-organized circle of Geocities webrings that defined fandom in the early 90s. Eventually we all started to congregate on LJ, where content could be locked behind a friends-only filter and people could gather in closed communities where we could be free from harassment by homophobic morons. When the Great Purge of FF.net happened and NC-17 was officially added to their rules as banned content, guess who was most reported to the moderators and most impacted by the policy change? Slash fans. And when Strikethrough happened, it disproportionately effected slash fans. Again.
Teenagers may not be old enough to have fully developed consequence/reward centers in the frontal lobe, but the average age for being able to discern reality from fiction is five years old. It’s horrifically condescending and disingenuous to pretend that teens are so delicate and fragile that reading some smut that disturbs them or isn’t to their tastes is going to drastically upset their psyche. The most that’s going to happen is they’re going to come away from whatever smut they deliberately clicked through the warning to read knowing that people have some weird kinks when it comes to sex. And you know what? YKINMKATO. The end.
I don’t normally speak up on posts like this, I normally just reblog in agreement, but I just gotta say. I may not have been on Usenet, but I have been Around A Long Time, and I remember the days when you could click through and find some WILD things on the other end of a hyperlink. I remember ignoring the warnings. I remember stumbling into fic that was An Experience. I remember fics that to this day I remember just kind of reading in horror because I had gotten in this car and I was staying in this car no matter how bad the wreck.
But listen. Ultimately, it was my choice. I remember, even when I HAD warnings from friends like “You’re probably never going to eat peanut butter again but if I have to suffer, so do you” and I still clicked through. I still read it. I still have that vaguely horrified 13 year old inside of me somewhere even though I’ve moved on and seen much worse in the dark corners of the net since.
But it was my choice. It is STILL my choice. FUCK YOU for trying to take my choice away from me by suggesting content creators are somehow responsible for who interacts with their content and how. They created it, they placed warnings on it, their job is fucking DONE. The rest is on me. It’s on you. And yes, it’s on teenagers and their parents, too.
Each person, teenager or adult, is responsible for their own consumption of media of any sort. If a movie comes out and you don’t want to see it, you don’t buy a ticket and go to the theater and watch the whole thing and then leave and demand to know why this happened. That’s fucking ridiculous. You’d be laughed at. If a movie is rated R with clear content warnings, parents are expected to prevent their children from going to see the movie. The theater is supposed to only sell tickets to 17+ years old folks. But if you SOMEHOW sneak around your parents AND the theater employees (and I’ve been there, done that, too), the consequences are on your shoulders, not theirs. YOU were the walnut that ignored everything that told you not to do the thing.
We have a phrase in my family: “Sounds like a case of ODF.” It’s your Own Damn Fault if you ignore warnings and get hurt. The warnings are there for a reason. Content creators are responsible for their content; they are NOT responsible for how ANYONE interacts with it. Content creators are NOT responsible for your irresponsibility, period.
I am the mother of teenagers.
I am the mother of teenagers with phones, and internet, and playstation and DVD player and TV.
I am the mother that looks at the “Approved for this age!” sticker on games and movies before buying them.
I am the mother that gives the kids a fair warning of “if you see something labeled clearly NOT for your age, don’t touch it!” and “If you see something that messes you up, and you didn’t heed my warning and it messed you up because you didn’t listen to me, I’ll give you a piece of my mind on top of that too”
I am their legal parent, and it is my job to teach them how to be responsible with their internet and media choices.
I am not, and I will never make others responsible for raising my children, or the lack of responsibility!
Also let’s be real with ourselves here about how totally impossible is it, or would be, to sanitize the world for minors’ consumption. A child can walk into a physical bookstore and buy novels from the Marquise de Sade. I know because I did, at 14, and no one at the Barns & Noble stopped me (I got maybe 20% in before I panicked, but I learned. I satisfied my curiosity and realized I wanted none of that crazy French bastard).
The point is fanfiction is the current target, but sexual content is everywhere and usually NOT with a warning. Go yell at Harlequin Press, or Penquin Classics, who every day publish novels containing the same R stuff without a single warning, not that it would make any difference if they did.
I was a Nightmare Child who learned how to climb bookcases to get at the books my parents had carefully shelved up there so I wouldn’t get at them too early.
This was not the authors’ responsibility (I’d argue actually it wasn’t my parents’ fault either; imagine finding your nerdy risk adverse eight year old fucking spidermanning up the wall after the illustrated WWII books because apparently the horrors of war are their special interest now; after that they took the much more reasonable “if you find something that disturbs or upsets you, please come talk to us about it” tack, and it worked out great).
Better to teach young humans to curate their own experience according to their comfort and to talk to someone they trust if they get upset than put that onus on creators or engage in censoring everything. We’re in an unusually accepting time for queer content, but the people who want us to shut up are ever-present and will use any excuse to silence us.
Something I think we don’t talk about enough is that teens are curious about this stuff. There’s loads of stuff I didn’t want to read that I read on accident, sure, but there’s also a lot I clicked on knowing exactly what it was going to be and wanting to read or watch it. I was curious, I thought I was mature enough, I wanted to be cool and edgy and the kind of person who reads dark sexy stuff. That’s why we clicked, that’s why we sent it on, that’s why we kept reading.
And sometimes, woops, okay, it turned out I wasn’t quite as ready for it as I thought, be it because I wasn’t actually as mature as I believed at the ripe old age of sixteen or simply because I just wanted to be cool but didn’t actually enjoy specific things. Like the Marquis de Sade reader above mentioned. Tons of stories like that. I do remember the “mental scarring” and being weirded out for a couple days, sure.
And I’m really glad that happened to me over fiction I was reading.
As opposed to what else I might have ended up doing instead if I didn’t have access to fiction.
A lot of teens are interested in smut, in kink, in noncon, in gore, in all sorts of dark stuff – genuinely or not, ready or not, it’s a fact that they seek it out.
And fiction – especially written fiction – is just about the safest way for them to explore it.
If they didn’t have fiction as outlets for those interests, they’d be trying to find it in real life – be it sexuality, morbid thoughts, drugs, self-harm, bullying, getting into gangs or cults… Risk-taking in adolescence is a basic known phenomenon. As the original ask pointed out, kids will do shit they know they shouldn’t. Fiction is IMO the best way for them to do that.
I’m a public librarian; we do have separate youth and adult sections, but the adult section is freely accessible from age 12. I see teens check out graphic thrillers and spicy books all the time, and neither I nor my colleagues bat an eye. Frankly, I’m very happy to let the emo tweens get their kicks from reading 50SoG rather than scratching that itch in real life with some creep they meet on the Internet.
Also there are kids and teens who absolutely DO heed the warnings.
I was one of them.
I grew up in a very sex-negative environment, but I think even if I hadn’t, when I was younger I would have been DEEPLY uncomfortable with the kind of content that is available on the internet.
I say “would have been” because when I was at a point in my life where I knew I wanted to stay away from adult content, I DID. I took 18+ warnings extremely seriously and I stayed away from a lot of content that could have hurt me at that age because of those warnings.
Nowadays if I were growing up, being 9 or 10 on the internet, I don’t think I could do the same thing.
Because as the internet purges sexual content, that content doesn’t go away. Instead, it hides.
I’ve used youtube regularly for a decade. I have NEVER been recommended soft porn before. In the last couple of months, about 10% of my youtube searches for how-to videos have turned up scantily clad people putting their asses directly in my face.
I support the right of that content to exist–people have a right to sexual expression, and that’s an important right and we should be very concerned about a society where the right to sexual expression is second to the “"right”“ to a conveniently advertiser-friendly internet.
But I think we can all agree, that that sort of content should be avoidable. I should be able to choose whether I consent to seeing it or not. Because of the sex purges, I do not have that choice. I can’t block the channels, and I can’t tell youtube to stop recommending them to me because they are labeled as gardening how-tos and the algorithm that recommends channels cannot tell the difference between a gardening how-to that has lots of views because it’s useful, and one that has lots of views because it’s pornographic.
Removing the choice to consent to sexual content will do far more damage to the next generation than the existence of that content ever could.
Do we want children growing up on an internet where sexual content is veiled, hidden, but also forced on them from an early age?
Where neither children nor their guardians are able to prevent them from having sexual content recommended to them because the algorithms we rely on for everything can’t tell the difference between sex and potatoes?
Or do we want children growing up on an internet where dark content is available and they might find it, but content warnings teach children that it is wrong for adults to force them to see sexual content, or to surprise them with upsetting content? That an adult who forces them to witness something disturbing or knowingly allows them to witness something disturbing is a bad adult that other adults will be upset with?
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