I first listened to Take Off Your Pants and Jacket by Blink-182 on Saturday afternoon. I am writing this on
Sunday morning after listening to the album a second time. I do not have a personal relationship with this
album. I don't know much about Blink-182 or pop punk in general; I was never the target audience for
this genre. I'II freely admit that some of this was snobbery- I felt that I was above this kind of sing-songy,
formulaic music- but some of it was that I was already in my mid-20s when pop punk became a thing.
The roots are in the early to mid 90s with the rise of Green Day, but by 2001 it seemed like the punk had
been stripped away, leaving only simple tunes with mildly hard edges covered in a thin veneer of
rebellion. This isn't entirely incorrect, but after listening to this album, I realize that I've misjudged
Blink-182, and that pop punk is actually an excellent counter to the messages that tweens and teens-
especially boys-are being fed on a regular basis.
We hear a lot about the influencers who purportedly have captured the imaginations of young American
men-the looksmaxers and the pick up artists, those types. Their message: that your value is in your
appearance, that your partner's value is in their appearance, that there are low-value and high-value
people, that you're worthless if you can't look and behave in a certain way, and that expressing your
emotions is for lesser men. Everything is about having the upper hand over someone else dominance is
key and vulnerability is for wimps. Never mind that at least one of these dudes looks like a sentient rectal
polyp wearing sunglasses and another one looks like a Ken doll that has come to life sans personality.
Kids (mostly boys) are seeing this stuff and internalizing it and adults can't stop talking about how we can
bring these boys back from the brink.
Enter Blink-182.
The best way to get a message across to a middle school boy is to wrap it in a dick joke or something
equally juvenile. And there's some really juvenile shit on this album. Consider "Happy Holidays, You
Bastard," which admittedly made me snicker because it's so crass and goofy. "It's Labor Day and my
grandpa just ate seven fuckin' hot dogs / And he shit, shit, shit his pants / He's always fucking shittin' his
pants" is some puerile nonsense. But I can totally see a 13 year old boy hearing this at a friend's house
and having his mind blown because it's stupid and it's funny and it feels transgressive. The dick jokes are
a gateway into what this album is really about: how confusing it is to grow up, how nerve-wracking and
uncomfortable it is to have feelings when the message you keep hearing is that men don't express their
feelings, how relationships are weird and complex. You're pulled in because it rocks and your buddy
played you the song about ejaculating in a sock and you found that hilarious, but there's some
surprisingly vulnerable stuff going on in the lyrics.
Consider "Rock Show," a love story about two seventeen year olds who meet at the Warped Tour and fall
fast and hard for each other. I've heard plenty of star-crossed yet ultimately doomed love stories in
music, but they're either a) from the woman's perspective, or b) end in some kind of horrible denigration
of that awful bitch who rejected you. (Murder ballads are good for this, I think that's why they make me
uncomfortable.) This is a young man, heart on his sleeve, extolling the virtues of this girl that he met.
She's not perfect, but she's the coolest, and while there's a sense that it's over, he still says he'd do it all
again if he could. There's no hatred, no bitterness, just a lack of regret and a hope that maybe it could
work out someday. Also, wouldn't you love for someone to tell you that everything is better when you're
around? I think that's a beautiful sentiment!
"First Date" does something similar. He's about to go out with this amazing girl for the first time, and he's
terrified. He's nervous and worried that he's going to fuck everything up. This is the opposite of the
message of those manosphere influencer clowns who treat everything as a conquest to be won. He's
opening his heart, he's showing his soft underbelly, he's saying, "hey, I'm nervous too, it's okay to be
nervous when you like someone and want to impress them so maybe they'll like you back." But it's
couched in that simple pop-punk sound that's bouncy and ever-so-slightly edgy. It doesn't take an
English major to parse these lyrics, either. You're not sifting through metaphors and flowery language to
get at the meaning. There's no mistaking what's being said in these lyrics; it's all plainspoken and easily
digestible.
Both "Ballad of a
Lonely Guy" and "Roller Coaster" capture these feelings of disappointment effectively. No fault is
assigned, no fingers are pointed, relationships are not treated like battles in an ongoing war between the
sexes, it's just something that happened and it's sad and unfortunate and a good wallow is just what's
needed. There's something touching about "And now I'm breathing deeply, walking backwards / Finding
strength to call and ask her / Roller coaster, favorite ride / Let me kiss you one last time." Maybe this song would have provided you with
something you needed during that time, a reminder that feeling this way when a relationship ends is
normal and okay and not a terrible thing. The whole album is, in its way, a celebration of vulnerability, of
how awkward and difficult and confusing just existing in the world can be. We can tell our kids these
things as often as we want, but we're parents and what the fuck do we know? If our kids can get this
message elsewhere-from Blink-182, perhaps-it might make them feel that much less alone in their
feelings, and more open to expressing them rather than bottling them up.
My favorite class in library school was Adult Popular Fiction, a readers' advisory class where we explored
genre fiction in depth. We learned about genre conventions and why readers are drawn to particular
genres (what we call "appeal factors") and read a ton of books. One of the genres we read was
westerns-which I'd never read before because those were books for old men like my grandpa, who
devoured Longarm and Spur and Louis L'Amour. But I remembered my grandmother telling me how
much she enjoyed Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey when she was a girl, so that's what I read.
And it was very satisfying! There was a stampede and tumbleweeds and a woman in distress and the
villains wore black hats and the heroes wore white hats. It was everything I'd expect a western to be. I
feel the same way about this album: it is exactly what I want and expect a pop punk album to be,
perhaps even more, and as a result it is very satisfying.
Take Off Your Pants and Jacket isn't perfect. It's goofy as hell, it's simplistic, it's basic, it's puerile at
times. But not everything has to be James fucking Joyce. Sometimes you just want to read James
fucking Patterson. An album that checks all the pop-punk genre boxes AND sends some surprisingly
thoughtful and positive messages-targeted at young men!--about vulnerability and feeling all your
'feelings? I'd have been shocked if you'd told me this a week ago, but this Blink-182 album was extremely
satisfying and I wholeheartedly enjoyed listening to it. If you give it a chance, I think you might enjoy it as
well.
P.S. If you love Weezer but think you're too cool for Blink-182, you're wrong because it's the exact same
thing with louder guitars and a slightly different aesthetic. Oh, and more dick jokes.
[P.P.S. You aren't too cool for Blink-182.
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