Centerfold

@Booboobabies I have always felt that way about this song, despite the fact that I actually do kind of like it. The idea you're thinking of is Freud's maddona-whore complex, which implies that men can't be sexually attracted to women who are respectable and can't respect women who are sexual. (It's also the origin of the virgin/whore dichotomy -- basically the idea that being sexual and being good are mutually exclusive). The narrator of the song doesn't seem to see anything wrong with looking through "girly magazines" but how dare this woman who appeared in the magazine tarnish his memory...

@Booboobabies I have always felt that way about this song, despite the fact that I actually do kind of like it. The idea you're thinking of is Freud's maddona-whore complex, which implies that men can't be sexually attracted to women who are respectable and can't respect women who are sexual. (It's also the origin of the virgin/whore dichotomy -- basically the idea that being sexual and being good are mutually exclusive). The narrator of the song doesn't seem to see anything wrong with looking through "girly magazines" but how dare this woman who appeared in the magazine tarnish his memory by being one of those girls he sexualizes. Or, if you want to simplify it even more, it's the idea that women exist to be on display for men -- either as something to be jacked off to or to be held up on a mental pedestal as one of the untouchable good ones.

@Booboobabies Personally, I don't find it sexist so much as just the way that guys think when they're coming of age. The narrator has a crush on a girl in his homeroom class and can't get up the nerve to talk to this girls he idealizes ("She was pure like snowflakes / No one could ever stain / The memory of my angel / Could never cause me pain"). He misses his opportunity and later finds her sexualized and commoditized in a magazine like Playboy, causing this painful fall from grace for her in his mind ("Those soft and fuzzy...

@Booboobabies Personally, I don't find it sexist so much as just the way that guys think when they're coming of age. The narrator has a crush on a girl in his homeroom class and can't get up the nerve to talk to this girls he idealizes ("She was pure like snowflakes / No one could ever stain / The memory of my angel / Could never cause me pain"). He misses his opportunity and later finds her sexualized and commoditized in a magazine like Playboy, causing this painful fall from grace for her in his mind ("Those soft and fuzzy sweaters / Too magical to touch / To see her in that negligee / Is really just too much"). Later on, he accepts the world for what it is and arrives at a more balanced middle ground, where she's both sexual and a human being that he doesn't want to share with a crowd ("It's okay I understand / This ain't no never-never land / I hope that when this issue's gone / I'll see you when your clothes are on // Take your car, yes we will / We'll take your car and drive it / We'll take it to a motel room / And take 'em off in private.") So he still wants to sleep with her, but he doesn't want her to be everybody's plaything, the way she is as the centerfold in the magazine. That seems like a pretty human response to a common experience in life (not seeing a former classmate in Playboy, but idolizing someone and then finding out later they were human and flawed and accepting the reality instead of continuing to hold them out as an ideal of perfection).