I feel guilty about the music on my workout playlist. Not because it’s overly-produced, commercialized, corporate noise manufactured by machines and tested on focus groups (which it is), but because of the lyrics. I’m not even talking about the Kanye songs, which are uniformly appalling. (“Let’s get lost tonight / you could be my black Kate Moss tonight / play secretary I’m the boss tonight.”) I’m talking about the Shakira songs. The Beyonce songs. The songs by ladies who tout themselves as bastions of female power and accomplishment.
METRO columnist Mo Perry, in her column on why she loves — but more often hates — her workout playlist.