Lily Allen has earned my respect for two reasons:
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she’s Theon Greyjoy (and I mean the real one, not the one he can’t stop touching while riding a horse in the series)
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she sings “Hard out here”
I’ve first listened on the radio, while driving. When I realized what the lyrics were saying I risked going into a ditch, being too busy to applaud.
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I’ll leave a few extracts of the lyrics, for your pleasure and mine (with a promise, from you, to go and listen to the whole track as soon as you finish reading this article):
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“You’ll find me in the studio and not in the kitchen”
“If I told you ’bout my sex life, you’d call me a slut
When boys be talking about their bitches, no one’s making a fuss”
“If you’re not a size six, then you’re not good looking
Well, you better be rich, or be real good at cooking
You should probably lose some weight ’cause we can’t see your bones
You should probably fix your face or you’ll end up on your own”
Lily (no surname, bragging confidences I don’t have) touches the evergreen themes of feminism, and through humor, without being too serious or too obvious: the glass ceiling, the objectification go the body, the stereotypes, slut-shaming. It’s all there.
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I can’t believe the next time I go to dance I’ll be able to actually sing a song without feeling an idiot repeating random stuff suck as “mama lover shake up” (Serebro much uh?!)
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Thank you, Lily.
Now please, make a cover song of Rains of Castamere and then we’re finally good. (Yes, I’m still on
Game od Thrones).
