...am not so sold on the lyrics.
It amuses me when I espouse an opinion about something and a person acts surprised. Yes, I'm a clean-cut, white girl who speaks properly, rarely uses profanity, dresses conservatively... but I'm not as one-dimensional as I may seem. It's almost as though to express any kind of individuality I need some kind of edge... something I seem to lack.
I fought being "girly" for so long... squelching the occasional giggle for fear of not being taken seriously. I may be soft, act polite, wear skirts... but I can still probably kick your ass in a pool. I'm more competitive than most people I know.
Just because I love cheesy pop music doesn't mean I can't also adore more intellectual fare. I suppose what I am trying to express is a frustration at being pigeon-holed... just like everyone else.
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