I Don't Know What To Call This

I've been noticing a trend on YouTube, and I have to say I'm not too happy about it.

See, when I go up to YouTube, I love listening to trance mixes, EDM and all that. They help me chill out (have you ever tried listening to vocal or dream trance when you're stressed because that shit really helps) and make pretty rad study mixes. 

 The thing about these mixes is that they often show really sexy women in the videos. Not all of them do, most actually put stuff like words and DJs and other cool images, but some put really sexy women as the video's image, and some tracks have their own music videos which feature really sexy women too.

I get it, it's the style and all. It's fine, and you might even go far enough to say that I'm kind of used to it by now.
What I don't get are the comments.

There's this habit I have of scrolling through the video comments every time I listen to audio track on YouTube - they're usually funny and occasionally pretty useful, especially if they recommend other mixes or artists similar to the current mix I'm listening to (the comments section was where I was introduced to Metrognome, after all).

Comments usually have a mix of:

- Junkies (OMG this track is so awesome, I love the beat, maybe they could work on the speed though etc)

- Old-timers (this mix is so different from how this DJ used to do it, I mean it's cool and all but try listening to xxxxx it was one of his first tracks and it's really awesome)

- Newbies (this is so awesome does anyone know where I can find more/what's the difference between hardstyle and jumpstyle music/just started and new on the scene, any good recommendations???)

- Ads/Spam (just ignore those)

- Self-promos (up to you to scroll past or give them a go, some are actually pretty good)

- Haters (wtf my ears are bleeding, how do you call this music to begin with, this DJ sucks balls, trance is for posers etc). The rules are simple: Don't like? Don't listen. 

- Wankers, and I mean literally (I bet she'd let me cum in her mouth, BANGING body, fapfapfap, creamed my pants, jizzing, wow this porn has good music etc)

These comments vary from video to video, so I can't say that what I tend to see in trance videos I see in nightcore or anime OST or pop or any other genre. These comments I put up are what I usually see in the trance/EDM/rave etc section of YouTube. 

 The thing is that I get that the videos show really sexy women. I get it. Yes, the woman is sexy,. Yes, you probably want to bang her, and you're probably getting a hard-on just watching her. The thing is, the video isn't JUST about the girl you're dying to bang. 

This video is a pretty good example. You may or may not actually like the music, but I do because it was used in an snk fanvid that I happened to like quite a lot. Yes, she's hot. Yes, she's shaking her ass a lot. Did NO ONE actually come for the music?

 Another example: 

Yes, they're showing a lot of skin. Yes, you probably really wish you could bang either one of them too. But the comments shouldn't be JUST about the fact that they're sexy. Why not focus on the music instead? Not everything has to be about sex (shocking, innit?) after all.

 I guess all I want to say is just that if the artists want to dress sexily, fine. If Rihanna wants to wear almost nothing at all, good for her because she has an amazing figure. If an EDM video has a girl wearing next to nothing and shaking her ass for the camera, fine. Sex sells, I get it.

 I just really don't want to know how hard your dick is while watching it. If you want to fap while watching a girl shake her ass for the camera, go ahead and do it but for fuck's sake the world doesn't need to know.

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