Recognizing a real threat

Today I listened to two different songs that were about boring, regular suburban guys with boring jobs and lives:

Super Straight by Regurgitator

and

Charmless Man by Blur

Well, the Blur song is about a boring aristocratic man with no job but a boring life, but you get the idea.

These songs are part of a huge genre of songs about men with boring jobs and lives, stuck in commutes and suburban homes and dull marriages with no future and etc. But today it struck me, for the first time ever, that since these songs are all written by men, they are writing about a man that is a real threat to them, a might they run a danger of becoming if they're not careful.

Since I'm a girl, I never heard the lyrics that way, I can see clearly that the rock stars who sing these songs are completely different from the guys in the suits and trains and bars after work, and that the rock stars would never become them, and also that the guys they're singing about probably actually did want that life, so they are probably perfectly happy and don't have the same lost attitude as the rock stars would if they were doing what the men in the grey flannel suits are doing.

For the rock stars, these guys are the same for them as the women at bridal and baby showers are for me. Those women are living the life that every woman is supposed to want to live, and the momentum of expectation and convention that swirls around in concentration in those events like a blandness tornado does, indeed, feel threatening. Even though I am as likely as ending up a married ball of averageness excited about what pram to buy for my second baby as the rock stars are to become the guys on the trains, those women threaten my identity. I was never sensitive to this emotion in the songs before, but today it occurred to me.