Rob Sheffield for Rolling Stone:
Note: I have zero interest in persuading you to agree with me. If you enjoy “Blurred Lines,” I wouldn’t dream of changing your mind. But I’m still amazed, after all these months of airplay, at my immature and irrational loathing for this song. Understand, it’s not simply a reasoned critical perspective, pointing out the obvious flaws in craft and tone. It’s more like: I want to hurt this song. I want to wound it emotionally. I would fantasize about punching this song in the nose, if songs had noses. I want this song to cry.
“Blurred Lines” is nominated for two Grammies.
Oh, and this:
Nothing in 2013 sucked like “Blurred Lines.” And this was the year we got a Leonardo DiCaprio remake of The Great Gatsby. Everything next year will just have to suck a little harder.