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Music icons must be sick to death of sex. At some point I assume every rock star, every hip-hop mogul, every first chair flutist has to reach a tipping point where the joy of riding people silly stops feeling like a perk and starts to feel like a chore. Sex, after all, is as intrinsic to their job as angst, drugs and eyeliner. I can certainly sympathize. I worked in a restaurant for a year where I could have all the free pizza I wanted, and sure enough, within four months I was sickened just by the thought of having to nail any of my co-workers again. __new_line____new_line__The point being that swapping forensics loses its luster when it's thrusting at you from all directions. It's the reason that every music video featuring writhing, half-naked models will also show a famous musician just wandering through the mess, looking listless and bored. Here, we'll let this Nelly album cover illustrate:__new_line____new_line__ __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__But I'm always amazed by the young artists who have gained no purchase in fame, yet insist on being just as careless with sexuality as real celebrities. YouTube is filled with music videos from nobodies who sing about sex as though it's something they have to tolerate. They sing about sex because they think they have to, but they are mean to it, they are dismissive of it and they do their best to just suck the magic out of it for anyone watching. __new_line____new_line__I for one don't believe these people. I don't think they have a surplus of sex stored away somewhere, and I'm calling their bluff. The following five are the worst offenders, and if you happen to know one of these artists personally, please sit down and ask him or her to try to be a little nicer, a little gentler with my favorite pastime. __new_line____new_line____new_line__

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"Pound on My Muffin" -- Shira

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__The music video opens with Shira singing "I know you miss this muffin" while carrying a cupcake into a bakery. The proprietor looks at the cupcake, smells it, decides he likes the scent of heavy-handed symbolism and makes a shockingly bad business decision by paying money to someone else for a product he exclusively sells. Only 20 seconds in and already I'm nauseous with confusion. __new_line____new_line__In the rest of the song, Shira rides around on top of a Camaro rapping through the thinly veiled analogy of desserts about how much guys like physically abusing her genitals. As a guy, I'm pretty confident that neither one of us would actually enjoy that. Shira really has to hate sex to think this adequately describes intercourse. It's the most halfhearted and depressing offer of sexuality to an audience since the ass-to-ass scene in Requiem for a Dream. __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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__new_line____new_line__As Shira furiously grinds and sweats through the chorus, insisting that guys want nothing more than to pound on her muffin, the shots are interspersed with a man, fully clothed, dead asleep. __new_line____new_line__ __new_line__

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"Diggin It" -- Hayla

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__With choreographed dancing, costume changes and fire handlers, "Diggin It" could easily be mistaken for a real music video, at least in the brief moments where the camera is too far away to see Hayla's face. Now, your first thought as you watch this may be (as mine was), "Oh hey, my mom's friend made a music video." That's not the case. Hayla just has a look to her that's common among older women, due almost exclusively to the fact that she is really really old.__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__Incidentally, Hayla tries to squeeze every genre of music into one song, and she even throws in an air siren, just in case that's what kids are into these days. But the most uncomfortable aspect of this video is, hands down, the aggressive sexuality. She slips around on a leather couch that's roughly the same texture as her skin, rubbing her legs together and singing about how she wants to own tonight. Then she strips down to a midriff top and hot pants to dance and stare you down, just like your mom's friend Cheryl did when you were back at home during that summer break from college. She said no one would have to know, but you would know. You would always know. __new_line____new_line__ __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

__new_line__"Oh, also. Will you tell your mom I won't be at the book club this week?"

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__new_line____new_line__One of the pivotal lines in the song is "The bigger the dick-ah, the quick-ah." It's never really clear what exactly is getting proportionally quicker with the size of a dick-ah, so we're left to terrify ourselves with the possibilities. I'm going to assume she means stem-cell research for geriatric immortality.__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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"Jingle Bells Swag" -- Money Boy

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__If you've found yourself thinking "Christmas is a great holiday and all, but it would be 10 times better if it just had more insinuations of hardcore sex," then Money Boy made this song for you. His verses are all in German, but he has tapped into the universal language of Christmas humping, so nothing is lost on the viewer. __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__While I admire the ambitiousness of trying to squeeze sex and holiday spirit into such tiny Santa outfits, "Jingle Bells Swag" is a nice reminder that just because something is ambitious doesn't mean it's a good idea. Even if your impetus for celebrating Christmas isn't structured around religion, it's a holiday that's synonymous with families coming together, and trying to hogtie sex to that tradition feels gross. Granted, it has its touching moments. Money Boy notices at 1:57 that his friend doesn't have a bra on, so, being thoughtful, he gives her one for Christmas at 2:17. But any semblance of real-life relationships devolves pretty quickly when he gives the other girl a bra, too, just 15 seconds later, and no one is upset about that fact. Instead, the girls strip for him and they all share some seasonal drink in plastic cups. Jingle Bells Swag, indeed. __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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"If Its True" -- R..A..E..D

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__At first blush, "If Its True" seems like it's deliberately insulting every one of your senses at once. This video goes wrong in every direction right from the start; production value, premise, editing and lyrics all fight over which one gets to be the shittiest part. Still, I'm asking you to look past all of that for now and really concentrate on R..A..E..D's ham-fisted mishandling of sex, because it's really spectacular. __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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__new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__Now, if you managed to get through more than three minutes of R..A..E..D's panicked mumbling, then congratulations, you got to see a healthy dose of real women stripping in what they probably hoped would be a legitimate music video. Even all of our collective sympathy could never outweigh the embarrassment these girls surely felt when the camera started rolling and a sweaty R..A..E..D turned his hat sideways before launching into his five-and-a-half-minute asthma attack. You can even see the humiliation plastered on their faces as they crawl around and swing on poles. They are doing everything within their power to somehow strip this mess into a better song, and it's just not working. In a single music video, R..A..E..D inadvertently attaches more shame to sex than any religion ever could. He steamrolls over any subtlety, any playful eroticism, and ends up sounding like a flustered kid talking to himself while working up the courage to ask a girl to literally spread her legs. __new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line____new_line__

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"Grippin That Daddy" -- BrookerT

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__new_line____new_line__"Grippin That Daddy," from start to finish, feels like a reading comprehension test for robots on human sexuality. All the right elements are present -- temptation, passion, jealousy, pregnancy, lust -- but they're all thrown together like a meal in a blender. It is the clumsiest and most confused approach to seduction I've ever seen in a music video. Speaking of which, fair warning, if the prospect of penis mutilation by way of fabric scissors sounds unappealing to you, don't watch the very end.__new_line____new_line__

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You can follow Soren on Twitter or allow him to seduce you on Tumblr.

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For more ways Soren will turn you off from sex forever, check out My Sexual Encounter with Ke$ha: A Tale of Horror and The 8 Most Misguided Attempts at 'Sexy' Videos on YouTube.

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