From Big Legged to Big Butts

Wine and women is all I crave
A big legged woman is
Gonna carry me to my grave
Born under a bad sign
I been down since I begin to crawl
If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have no luck at all

Here is Albert singing "Born Under a Bad Sign" in 1981. He died a decade later. His "Big Legged Woman" comes to him in death and tends his body for burial:


Around the same time Albert King immortalized his sexy -- "Big Legged" -- savior, Freddie King, another Blues sensation who died of a heart attack in 1976 at the age of 42, directly celebrated his backside admiration in a song called, "Big Legged Woman."

I love the tip, i love the top,
I love you better than a hog loves slop
'Cause you're a big legged woman,
With a short short miniskirt
Promise me darlin',
You'll never make me feel like dirt

Here is Freddie King in curiously odd concert singing, "Big Legged Woman" to a mostly White audience in 1966.  His singing is great.  His audience seems confused:


As we leap 30 years forward into the 1990's, we are musically met by Sir-Mix-a-Lot and his unfathomable rap sensation that still strikes a chord today with, "Baby Got Back" where he doesn't hint at salvation or celebration from his big legged woman -- but rather flat-out hardcore sex centered around the touchstone icon of her large backside:

I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung

In a sad twist from admiration to exploitation to hip-hop self-immolation to sell records, we are rounded out in our cultural history of the female backside by Fergie's seminal sexual flaunting of her humps:

[Will.i.am]
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk
[Fergie]
I'ma get get get get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
My hump my hump my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump my lovely little lumps

What do you make of this musical progression from "Big Legged" to "Big Butts" to "My Humps?"

Is this the natural and expected deflowering of our sexual cultural icons as the idea of a woman is boiled down to body parts where even Helen Keller isn't safe today?

Have men had the same sort of sardonic treatment from women in The Blues, Rap and Hip-Hop and can we draw a similar line from "The Package" to "The Love Muscle" to "That Hangin' Thang" -- and if we cannot -- why hasn't there been a similar exploitation of the male anatomy in song and where is the righteous gender outrage at the infidelity of it all?