I had an ex-boyfriend once describe me as “pop princess.” (Side note: My hairdresser called me a “blood fucking princess” the last time I got my hair cut. That’s a lot of princess accusations for someone who hates all things pink and sparkly.)
It’s true. My taste in music is heavily in the Top 40 camp. I’ve got Taylor Swift, Katy Perry, Iggy Azalea and Demi Lovato in heavy rotation. So, of course, I’ve been listening to a lot of Meghan Trainor.
It’s a catching song. But, in a way Ke$ha’s don’t, the lyrics rub me the wrong way. It’s supposed to be body positive. But instead, it focuses on the fact that “boys like a little more booty to hold at night.” Welcome to missing the entire point of feminism. I’m bothered by the “skinny bitches” line as well.
Lo and behold, it seems like I’m not the only one. Though I’ve seen plenty of commentary on the song from feminist circles, I think this random guy who reviews pop music literally in a shadow does a damn good job articulating everything that is right and wrong with the song.