I just heard Carly Rae Jepsen's song “Call Me Maybe” on the radio. At first, I thought it was an innocuous and snappy little pop song, but then the lyrics of the chorus section revealed it's true nature. She sings: “Hey, I just met you, And this is crazy, But here's my number, So call me, maybe?” First of all, it is never a good idea to give a man you just met your phone number. But her voice sounds so sweet, she makes it all seem so innocent and harmless. But this song is in line with a disturbing trend in pop-music ushered in my Kesha's “Tick-Tok,” Rihanna's disgusting “S&M” and the loathsome Katy Perry's “Waking Up in Vegas” and “Last Friday Night.” These songs celebrate a sort of new young woman: who doesn’t fear getting drunk around men, loosing control, or being sexually promiscuous. It's the end result of the failed sexual revolution: sleeping around with no consequences and no responsibilities. This careless attitude, if taken seriously by the young and impressionable, sets women up for violence and abuse. It takes women off guard. They end up doing idiotic things like leaving a night-club with a man they hardly know. And for this reason, Jepsen's music is all the more dangerous. For, it starts with the basic fundamentals of dating rules and survival techniques. Women and particularly girls then acquire a false sense of security. This is sugary teen-pop barely concealing a deadly message.