Nobody needs Bruce Springsteen.
Nobody needs his songs about the working man — and anybody working in his songs is usually a man. Women are:
depressed (“She stares off alone into the night/With the eyes of one who hates for just being born” — Racing in the Street)
wary of their husbands (“Mary’s smiling but she’s watching me out of the corner of her eye” —…
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