Bitch, I'm bout to blew up too

Can we just talk about Azealia Banks and the song 

(Yes I know it's not brand new, like I care). Is Azealia Banks the Tracey Emin of the music industry? Let me just make some sense of myself: so Tracey Emin is considered a feminist artist (and of course has been highly criticized and shamed) and I totally agree with this. Emin bases her artworks on seemingly personal and erotic subject matter. As in very graphic drawings,  a photograph of her enjoying a euphemistic "personal" moment (she is masturbating, the horror) in the bath and a tent with appliqued names of every single body she has slept with (note: this isn't entirely sexual - included are her grandmother and an aborted fetus which still adds to her message). Of course, her work totally goes against the dominant image and expectations of women in (an especially Western) society as she is highly expressive of her personal life (most women are considered "gross" and "unladylike" when discussing periods for instance, but Emin has used her real period blood-stained underwear in her piece "My Bed" - hello, my period shows me that I am FERTILE AS FUCK) and isn't a gentle, quiet female expectation from society. She acts like a man - despite the fact that in Western societies women have equal rights and freedoms to men so why can't we discuss our personally picked private life situation with the public? 

Furthermore, Emin is highly expressive of her sexual experiences which is so not like cool for women to do because I mean what a slut. Yet don't men (including male artists) do this constantly? Like everyday? Boasting about all the bints they've slept with, all the action they've got? Are women not allowed to seek pleasure and enjoy and have sex? We are not merely simulators for men - we are human beings (such a surprise I know) that feel and want pleasure too - did you know that the clitoris has no biological function except to feel pleasure? Like if religious people (note: not religion, figures constantly twist the belief to suit their own personal interests) say women shouldn't enjoy/have sex why the fuck is the clitoris there? I salute Emin on her courage in such a patriarchal society to present her sexual life and enjoyment of it and still be seen highly fabulous in majority of the public's eyes.

Linking this to the music industry, some anonymous soul (blessed be thy name) posted this on tumblr the other day which is kind of the inter textual basis of this post: 

"#YesAllWomen because Rihanna can make a song about enjoying sex and sing about the way she likes it, and it gets banned in 11 countries, while Robin Thicke can completely diminish the line of consent and objectify women in the process in a song and it is a ‘smash hit’ and gets to number one in multiple countries."

OMG I know how ridiculously true is that right. So finally I heard this song 212 by Azealia Banks (Ft. Lazy Jay) and I was like this girl is filthy, I love it. She again "acts" like a man in the music industry - literally how radio stations play songs from the rnb and hip hop genres which (majority okay) objectify women and glorify the seemingly "only usable" aspect of women - their bodies. Like you never hear guys singing about how dayum intellectual and selfless their bitch is. Look I'm not a complete pretentious shit, appearance is highly important - presentation and grooming are vital. Objectifying really isn't. Anyway Azealia Banks literally sings about how she is totally empowered and also by getting pleasured (instead of a man being in control of girls and getting pleasure from them). Again, she isn't considered "ladylike" with her vocabulary in the song - I repeat the song is filthy but it's totally about how women can fight the oppressive ideology and be powerful and sexual and dirty like men in the music industry as well as society. 

I am not for matriarchy, like the majestic Nelson Mandela (in relative senses) I am against domination from both sexes: I am fully for equality especially in expression between women and men, and I completely dig this song for this reason.

Lana Del Rey // Ultraviolence

First of all, this is going to be a huge challenge for a person who a) already has a tumblr (balance is the key to all things in life, I am hoping) and b) has a frustratingly stubborn (and particularly negative) outlook on things that require an effort. Alas, here I am, not giving a fuck and at least trying. So.

Well, to jump straight into it, let me begin with a list of things I absolutely adore temporarily and permanently (the differentiation between the two is my secret)(quite pointless I know but I'm trying to full up space okay).

1. Arctic Monkeys - FOREVER AND ALWAYS (if they headline Rocking the Daisies I will probably have a heart attack at Alex Turner's feet).

2. Plants - not just a freaky cat/animal lady, currently adorning my room is chorophyllic babies.

3. Alexa Chung - clothing goddess

4. Horror films - what a way to feel alive! Har har! Exams am I right!

5. Lana Del Rey

Wasn't that a lovely passage into the meaning in this post. I have been a good grasshopper and have listened to my English tutor at varsity. So Lana Del Rey. Recently I have been worshiping (literally religiously listening to a song at least ten times in a row) her earlier and mostly unreleased tracks - a few of the audios aided by her own hand-made "moving collages". No doubt (as can be judged via YouTube/internet - disclaimer: I am probably the most technologically handicapped adolescent in the 21st century - my statistics) my top six pre-publicity Lana (as in when she was still known as Lizzy Grant) are her "National Anthem Demo", "Put Me in a Movie" (huge Lolita influence - which has latched onto me as a very active viewer), "Lolita Demo", "She's Not Me (Ride or Die)", "Jealous Girl" and "Is It Wrong" (See Addendum A for these songs - I'm not joking, you will transgress perhaps to the sixties and be filled with pretty flowery sin)(Also not joking about the addendum part) .

To my absolute joy, and so worth the support and defense (literally school-yard fights. this is a joke. please) of Lana's music and character - for she really is a creation of a larger thought process questioning the American Dream - she is in the process of releasing her newest album "Ultraviolence" by slowly (almost painfully) releasing tracks. And to elevate my thoughts to the golden realm of thoughts, her newest tracks are so brilliant and unique yet so familiar and similar to the magical tracks I have been pining over the past couple of months. "Brooklyn Baby" is hauntingly beautiful and empowering for a woman - I am a femme fatale. Of course, there's also "West Coast", "Shades of Cool" and the album's namesake "Ultraviolence" . All of her work is art - the thought and effort into producing not only her music yet also this persona, this feeling of living fast to die young in such a tragic and beautiful manner is why I am in such awe of Lana and her work. Also, Lana's performances (especially her dancing) are on point.

Addendum A - The Lizzy Grant Era

National Anthem Demo

Put me in a Movie

Lolita Demo

She's Not Me (Ride or Die)

Jealous Girl

Is it Wrong