For the last few weeks, my TikTok feed has been mired in country music filth.
In one scroll, a woman sings about swigging a beer while rubbing a corncob on her clit, then a man moans aggressively about sweating because of a “weiner” tearing up his backdoor. There’s a singer who ardently praises God for letting her fuck without accidentally sharting on her poor partner. Perhaps the most ridiculous thing I’ve seen is a twangy-voiced guy narrating a fictional experience at a Diddy freakoff, where he cries about being unable to escape because of oil on the door. Except none of these drawly southern voices—and embarrassing or sexy encounters—involve humans. They’re all AI avatars crooning erotic fan-fic into the void.
This strain of AI shitposting has been bubbling for at least the last year, but it’s recently gone mainstream on the app, reaching tens of millions of viewers this last month. It spawned a surprisingly wholesome and humorous online trend where people play these bawdy songs for uptight family members, especially parents and grandparents, who react with horror and amazement when the lyrics hit. It’s bizarrely satisfying to see these Hank Hill-looking Gen Xers and boomers nod their heads enthusiastically as the country instrumentation starts, then go agape when the robo-babe mewls a line like, “Drinking a beer and flicking my bean, praying my daddy don’t hear me queef” or the even more diabolical, “She was fingering my tight ass country coochie, when my little pussy farted it was like a movie/And the dogs started barking when they caught a whiff of my summertime river heat coochie drip.”
