Writer's Commentary: Wild Sex (in the Working Class)
On Post: Wild Sex (in the Working Class)
Date: January 15, 2013
First of all, this song has one of the greatest titles and I won’t hear otherwise. It has it all. Sex, a perspective (that of the blue collar folk), parenthetical add-ons, an intriguing air of “wow, I wonder what all this is about then.” Further evidence that Oingo Boingo is criminally and perennially underwhelming. Regardless of how you feel about their music, they sure could name a song. They were the Fall Out Boys and/or Panic! At the Disco’s (never without the exclamation point) (NEVER!!!!!!) of their time. (He said, blatantly trolling everyone. But seriously, think about it won’t you?)
As for what I did with the title…well…I like it (he said with a hopeful shoulder shrug). I understand that the setup is a bit ludicrous, but how do you get men to have a conversation about sex otherwise, I ask you? We don’t just run at the mouth about our sex lives nearly as much as you all seem to think, ladies.
Plus, what’s the alternative? I mean, sure, I thought about just writing a super graphic orgy scene set in that molten iron factory from Terminator 2: Judgment Day. Who wouldn’t? But it just didn’t seem appropriate for my audience which tends to be 3-9 year olds. At least, that’s what my marketing people tell me.
Pictured: Cynthia Nixon, some other people that don't matter. (from www.mommytracked.com)
I don’t feel great about the Sex in the City for guys thing in the wake of The Kroll Show doing it funnier, but, in fairness to me, I did beat them to it and a whole hell of a lot of people beat both of us to it.
And yes, the closing gag is a bit…obvious, shall we say? It was a bit of a skit problem I must admit. How does one close the scene? Eh…this’ll do. But I stand by it. Because if you waited til you were married to have sex, you better have it all the time. Not to tell you all how to live your lives or anything.
All of these critiques acknowledged though, I still enjoy it. There are some moments I do enjoy that I think feel “real” despite the awkward device that gets the story going. The weird pride in an ex that’s shared by two of the friends, the squabbling over the better hometown, the jealous teasing of the guy with the youngest wife, to name a few, are nice true moments.