Something weird has happened amongst the female Pop artists.
I’m not sure who to “blame” as it’s not really a bad thing – I don’t care if you walk around with electrical tape on your nipples as it’s really your prerogative. (Never mind it being impractical.)
But while looking at photos from V this past weekend, I noticed a little trend with the chart toppers (and wannabe chart toppers).
The only words I can think of to describe it are:
Zaney. Glittery. Short. Sheer. And tight.
Alesha Dixon had on some glittery knickers, so it didn’t matter if she flashed her crotch to the crowd. Lady Gaga was, well, being GaGa and had her usual barely there garb on. Lily Allen was busy showing the world how thin and acceptable she looks now with her clothes off, and has insisted upon wearing sheer, netted tops every day this month. (Even to the Cricket!)
Katy Perry did her usual “I’m a pin-up” routine with her wavy locks, tiny tops, and hot pants I could probably have only gotten into when I was 7-years-old.
Do I think it’s wrong? Nope. Do I think it’s anti-feminist? Nope.
I think it’s cool that so many of these pop artists are like, “Yeah. I’m going to wear a glittery pair of knickers and a dress that barely covers my labia – but you can’t see it now, can you?”
I think Lily Allen is brave for walking around with her nipples on display 24-7. I sure as fuck couldn’t do that.
Lady GaGa’s bikini line is as familiar as her songs, and all I can help but wonder is who her waxer is, and how much they charge.
I’ll take GaGa’s lack of trousers and Lily’s netted abdomen any day over Lindsay’s cracked-out leggings or Britney’s Vagina/Caecarean scar.
The difference is, is that Katy and Lily and Gaga and Alesha aren’t on a freakish spiral of despair like Wino in 2008, or Katie Price in, oh, as we speak.
Say what you want about Lily’s drinking – but girlfriend works her ass off.
I suppose what seems to make it OK in my mind, is that they’re "doing it for themselves". Sure Lily gets her tits out for ID magazine – but she's also in a panda bear suit.
All of this scantily-clad business seems to be for shock value and show rather than sexual acceptance and validation from men. Now, I’m sure if you’re an academic feminist, you can name some theory and quote some book to tell me how I’m wrong.
But GaGa grabs the boys and the girls and seems to be about sex with everyone, not just being a little sbumissive sex kitten for boys. Plus, none of these women pulled the “I’m a Virgin!” crap like Britney Spears did, and none of them – for the most part – seem to want to embrace your usual standard of sexual female beauty.
If these pop singers want to strut around in barely-there outfits that cause the Daily Mail to shit themselves, whatever. It’s not doing any harm to us. They can do what they want, as far as I’m concerned.
And if that means they’re singing their Top 40 singles with glittery makeup, waxed bikini lines, wigs and sparkly knickers for trousers, instead of silently dropping it like it’s hot next to some rapper with aluminium foil for teeth – than that’s more than OK with me.
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