Ideals of the teenage years. What is the truth? Is the truth right?

Today my last class started at 18:30.
This class is a conversation class for two girls, one 15 and the other 17 years old. They both really really want to go abroad, England and Australia (`...because I want to see Grand Canyon.` >__<), but unless I spoke into their adolescent naive-with-innocence minds that doing their homework and getting ready for their English conversation classes is essential for them to at least be able to buy a ticket back from there when they realize it`s not all pizza, ice cream and cocktails at a pool, they would still believe it`s all pizza, ice cream and cocktails at a pool.
But I think we all were like that, such beliefs mark our fragile teenage years, and I do have to admit, that despite appearances, despite what I told them (talking bitter experience), these beliefs still do occupy an honoured space of my mind and I am happily accepting them where they are and that they are for if they weren`t that`s when the bitter experiences would turn the whole self, from head to toes and from toes to head, wholly, irreversibly and crushingly bitter.

And I hate saying, more than that, I hate myself for saying this, that ideals sometimes have to be crushed in order to find the truth in the world. Sometimes other people do it for you (that`s when it hurts but in the end you realize that it indeed was the right way to go, even if you didn`t choose it in the first place and all off your own accord...perhaps something like my Chiiori revelation) and sometimes you do it to yourself. But do you? No, I guess the part that follows is just a phrase and has nothing to do with reality. Maybe it just fitted the sentence. Meaninglessly.

Anyway, the point I am trying to put across is, that with one of the girls (the other one didn`t show up), today we were to listen to her favourite English speaking artist and read the lyrics and try to understand their meaning. She said her favourite English speaking artist is Eminem, she likes him because of his style and the way he dresses, and of course the music. But she doesn`t understand what he sings about, she admitted. And so we printed out a copy of her favourite song`s lyrics, `Shake That` and started reading and translating. I don`t know if any of you are familiar with this song and it`s lyrics, but I personally felt a little embarassed explaining their meaning to a pure(?) 15 year old girl. Nevertheless, I took on the role of an older sister (or whose role should this actually be?) and started explaining to her what `There she goes shaking that ass on the floor
Bumpin and grindin that pole
The way she's grindin that pole
I think I'm losing control`
possibly means. Then came the bit about getting drunk and fucked up and someone getting their dick rubbed, followed by `Get fucked, get sucked, get wasted, shit faced` and then something about a `good pussy`, but thank got we only got to the bottom of the first long verse and I didn`t have to explain anything about cats.
After spending the half an hour with these lyrics, the girls face was wearing a somewhat disgusted expression and I am only grateful we didn`t get any further, and that she didn`t understand anything further herself, because I would be very upset having to explain it and thus having to upset her even more.
I did follow through and told her that in general it was a song that was not too nice to women, and looking at it again, I think it also gave quite a poor picture of what men are or should be like.
Writing this I am a little hurt myself by having to crush this young girl`s ideal, however on the other hand, maybe it was the right thing to do. But was it really?



*I feel in need of referencing, a natural reaction to the remnants of university education:
URL: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/eminem/shakethat.html, 12th July 2006