When Lily Allen first burst onto the scene in 2006, I was in l-o-v-e. Her poofy bangs, her sassy attitude, her catchy tunes about nans being window shoppers and boys that ejaculate prematurely... She was a girl after my own heart.

Sure, plenty of people didn’t like her. She talked shit about people like Amy Winehouse, Cheryl Cole, Kate Nash, and pretty much anyone else she didn’t like. She blogged about feeling inadequate. She Tweeted about what a dick Perez Hilton was. She was available, tangible, emotional, and unstable. Oh, and she was drunk. What young 20-something couldn’t relate to Miss Allen?

She had some rough times with her big hairy Chemical Brothers boyfriend. She got pregnant, lost the baby, and rightfully lost her mojo. She tried being a chat show host, a designer and a jeweller. She was cavorting with old divorcées on yachts.

However, we were all thrilled to bits when Lily came back in early 2009 with “The Fear”. Her new album, It’s Not Me, It’s You received tons of praise. She was topless here, she was topless there. She had lost weight, toned up, and was more than happy to show off all of her hard work. Or lack of eating. Whatever she was doing, she was lookin’ gooooood. And her music was at its best.

And then Lily, O! Lily, got a boyfriend.

A builder named Sam.

And then suddenly, Lily, O! Lily, turned off her Twitter account. She stopped blogging. She put away all of her electronics including her BlackBerry into a box. She stopped fighting for the rights of musicans vs MP3 piraters.

She also revealed that:

"I just want to have babies and live in the countryside, that's my goal really. I'm not a careerist, what I really want is to be a mum."

This probably shouldn’t annoy me so much (respecting other women’s lifestyle choices and all that) but this really, really annoys me.

And I suppose what annoys me the most is her attitude about it all. It comes off as, dare I say, like a spoiled brat. Oh, fuck the Internet, it only made me famous. Fuck music, it’s only the way I made all my money that will allow me to run off to the country and procreate and bake muffins.

It just seems like she’s giving up. Like she doesn’t believe she’ll ever make good music again. As if she should hide now, make the choice to leave, so she doesn’t have to risk her next album failing.

I used to defend Lily all of the time. Defend her music, her singing abilities, and her big mouth.

But now, it feels like she’s borderline ungrateful. Ungrateful that she’s successful, ungrateful she has tons of fans who believe in her, and ungrateful to all of her Twitter followers and blog readers and Myspace friends who helped her as much as I’m sure the trolls pulled her down.

I’m not saying that celebrities and musicians should live and breathe for their fans and for their work – but I just assumed many of them would want to. That they'd live for their art, and tough out the critics.

Considering Lily has seen more successes than she’s seen failures, it boggles my mind that she’d want to give up technology and move to the country with her boyfriend.

So now, I find it hard to listen to her music. It doesn't feel believable. Because if she doesn't believe in her music and her art, why should we?

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