Showing posts with label pop music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pop music. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Ode to Taylor Swift & Her F-Bomb Valentines


I know what you're thinking: How could sweet Taylor Swift possibly utter the f-bomb anywhere near the delicate ears of her fans, let alone broadcast it widely (and rather bravely) in modern media? But this young woman who looks fabulous in just about any ball gown, and particularly wrapped up all in red like a sparkly valentine (see above photo), has indeed recently spoken one of the most ill-regarded words in the English language, and proudly so, to anyone who will listen.

No, I'm not talking about a 4-letter expletive starting with the letter "F".

I'm talking about a far more derided term: FEMINISM.



And quite frankly, after she did so, I folded my arms with smug satisfaction & offered a knowing smile (then applied a shiny lip gloss to match hers, of course).

You see, I've been professing for years that Taylor Swift is the greatest feminist so far in the twenty-first century, long before that very word escaped her lips. But that's okay, I could smell it on her...



Why? Because Taylor Swift has built her career daring to talk about women's feelings, regardless of who ridicules her (and they have been legion). Even better yet, she refuses to back down. She won't allow women's emotions & instincts for decision making to be minimized, trivialized, or "ized" in any of the slick ways people traditionally employ to make women feel small, marginalized, or downright dim.

And she's made millions of dollars doing it without once posing nude for Playboy. In fact, she wears lots of lovely couture rather nicely, thank you very much.



Even more bravely, Taylor Swift knows that LOVE is the biggest four-letter word to most contemporary critics & media pundits, yet she throws that word around with abandon. Far more than setting an electric guitar on fire or biting a dove's head off onstage, nowadays it's outrageously risky to admit that you have a tender crush or shred of vulnerability, and worse yet, to vocalize that you're aware that you might get swept away by your onrush of (gasp) new emotions. You see, in order to be taken seriously in current society, especially for women, you're supposed to be made of brick & preferably wear stiff shoulder pads on both your heart & your business attire, no matter how much money you make. Particularly since women began entering the workforce in droves in the 1980s, they were taught to suppress anything that made them seem like gushy, flighty or illogical creatures who rely on (horrors!) their feelings to guide their way. Such individuals are not considered "management material" nor "scientific" or "impartial" enough to fit into either academic or corporate culture (I have a Ph.D. folks--I've seen these arid environments first hand). Those few females who did manage to make it past the glass ceiling to the top from the 1980s until now often appear as dour as the famous figures in the American Gothic painting by Grant Wood. Scrubbed of the vestiges of softness or sensitivity, their emotions have been forced into an airtight box, and they allowed our culture to lock most of their traces of femininity into that box as well.



Well f--- that!

You can wear ball gowns, lip gloss, talk about your feelings, and make brilliant discoveries & observations about science & humankind, all while sporting a spectacular pair of heels! In fact, by using this part of your mind that embraces the entirety of human brain energy--including hunches & feelings--you can open yourself to the possibility of stretching human discovery beyond our current safe methods of measurement. As Albert Einstein once said, "The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is its faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."  



This truth apparently dawned on Taylor Swift at a young age that a woman's intuition & ideas & feelings matter, and matter very deeply. Despite her years, and regardless of all the enculturation in our society that for generations tried to squelch such wisdom, Taylor Swift discerned that feelings are precisely a woman's road map to her future. Case in point: When a boyfriend makes you feel down or strung along forever until you're either a basket case or so emotionally exhausted that you can't feel joy anymore, that's because he's MESSING WITH YOUR HEAD. And hello--when a boss makes you feel like that about your career, that person's a jerk as well. So are women who make you feel small or unworthy. In fact, anyone or anything that makes you feel inadequate, powerless or hopeless to dictate your own future is (drumroll please) a classic example of being an influence that's toxic and bad for you.


From "All You Had To Do Was Stay" by Taylor Swift

And you'd better well pay attention to those feelings if you want to lead an empowered & vibrant life. Because you can't ever create your own future unless you get in touch with what pulls your heart forward--or holds it back.

Seriously, how on earth are you going to figure out what's derailing your life unless you hunker down & do an emotional inventory? People who are afraid of their emotions are secretly ruled by them. And what Taylor Swift does is courageously take apart feelings one by one & examine them under her magnifying glass, no matter how beautiful or ugly they might turn out to be, and then she holds each one up to the light until she can make sense of it. 




This process is what many of Taylor Swift's songs so brilliantly represent: A young woman having the guts to look intensely at her life & do some profound self-reflection about how she feels in order to get a grip on the truth of her reality. For this Taylor Swift has been ceaselessly reviled as "lightweight" or "frothy". Yet she keeps bravely strumming her guitar & singing her valentines, not to old boyfriends as has been claimed, but to herself and to a heart that presses forward & keeps beating while looking unflinchingly at its own truths.



And that's exactly what makes Taylor Swift's love songs so feminist. Because she realizes that her emotional inventories don't distract from her empowerment in life--they add to it! So she chooses to Speak Now rather than shut up & just look pretty to make the emotionally constipated pundits happy. 


What's even more renegade (and you know how much I love those outlaws & artisans of the heart!), Taylor Swift openly professes that she hopes one day all young girls who enjoy her music will do the same thing to empower themselves & their own aspirations.



So yes, you could say that I'm a touch obsessed with Taylor Swift & her music and what it's doing for the next generation of girls & "girl power". I first took her music seriously when I was writing my young adult novel Robin in the Hood & I wanted to relive the emotional immediacy of teens & new adults. In my novel, the main character Robin is on the cusp of womanhood & is trying to sort out her feelings about what it means to be truly powerful & grown up. Okay, so she does (ahem) rob a few banks along the way--but that's all a part of her experimentation with good & bad choices! In order to do my research on Robin, I bought all of Taylor Swift's albums, thinking it would take me back to that vulnerable time late in high school or early in college when how you feel about boys or your next steps in life weighs heavily on your heart.


Robin in the Hood, the first novel in the Robbin' Hearts Series

Yet what I discovered is that Taylor Swift's songs are timeless. They speak to me now, in middle age, just as acutely as they whisper to the hearts of her youngest fans. Love, loss, longing & betrayal don't just affect the young--they affect us all. And what I realized is that this young woman is singing about life & validating the experiences of what everyone feels as he or she stumbles around trying to comprehend everything. Because of this, what I find the most beautiful about Taylor Swift's music is the fact that regardless of the ups & downs & heartbreaks & victories that she sings about, she has made a concerted effort to try and keep her heart tender & vulnerable, knowing that such softness & openness to the possibilities of her future are what make her the strongest in the end.

Because she's female. And Taylor Swift knows that understanding her feelings is where her power truly lies. 

And that's her feminist valentine to herself, to the world, and to all the young girls who dare to examine exactly how they feel, then use those feelings as their guiding light to become the very best they can be.

So rock on, Taylor Swift. Dare to feel & keep encouraging others to do the same. Because that big ol' heart of yours looks smashing on you <3

And it just might change the world...



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Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Coming Home With Phillip Phillips—My Encounter with an American Idol


It wasn't supposed to happen—

By some miracle, a dear friend of mine had managed to get tickets for us to see Phillip Phillips for only ten dollars a piece! Okay, so it was in a tiny venue in her old meth neighborhood, where shop owners are routinely held up at gunpoint for what little their cash registers contained...

But at the last minute, my babysitter fell through. So it looked like we weren't going after all.

Then my husband, who'd taken off work for this event, looked me straight in the eye and said, "You get in that car and go pick up those kids from school, baby—we're going to make this happen no matter what."

There's a reason I married that man!

And that's exactly what I did—I fetched my children from first grade and dragged them with us, without tickets, to go see Phillip Phillips in a rare public appearance just before his CD came out. When we arrived at the front door, Katie (who organized the event) took one look at my adorable six-year-old twins and said, "I can't deny those cherub faces! Come on in—I'm a single mom and I know what it's like to have a babysitter fall through. Just remember this night for me, okay?"

Oh my god, how on earth could I ever forget? I hugged Katie right then and there, then took my brood inside. There we were among a few handfuls of people (only 50 in all!), about to hear American Idol Phil Phillips in a private "preshow" before a benefit concert for breast cancer research. 

As Phillip Phillips walked on stage in faded jeans and an old pair of slippers, he looked more like somebody's cousin who "happened" to show up on a back porch to strum guitar on a warm evening. Completely relaxed, he greeted the crowd like a bunch of old friends, then launched into an acoustic version of a song called "Does That Make Me Crazy." And this is what killed me—without floodlights, billows of dry ice, or glitzy choreography and costumes, Phillip Phillips sang that song as though his life depended on it. HE JUMPED OFF A CLIFF FOR THAT SONG!! Even though no one in Hollywood or the media was watching, he belted that tune as if his soul were on fire.


And my children? They listened happily as my husband and I hoisted them up and explained that they were viewing "a real rock star." But it was when Phillip Phillips launched into his hit single "Home" that I felt as if my heart had broken wide open. Once again, with only a handful of people watching, he sang that song for all he was worth. And my friend and I danced—she holding one of my sons and I holding the other—we were absolutely hypnotized by his words. Why? BECAUSE WE HAD LIVED THEM. By this time in our multi-decade friendship, we both knew what it was like to be so poor you have to live in your car—to escape in the middle of the night from a so-called "Mr. Right" because he tried to take a swing at you—to live in crack ghettos because that's all you can afford. And we had made it through the rain and lived to tell the tale. More than that—we had become true "soul friends," what the Irish call "Anam Cara," who'd learned how to be anchors for one another through the twists and turns of fate. And I'll never forget the sight of her swaying with my child to the music as Phillip Phillips sang these words:

Hold on to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m gonna make this place your home... 

Even now, I tear up as I think of that moment. It was bigger than Phillip Phillips—perhaps bigger than even music itself. It was a moment when I looked into my friend's eyes and realized we'd made it through all the pain—and we had made it home. All of us, my dear friend and my husband and my children and I—we were healthy and happy and HOME in each other's souls. And in that moment, NOTHING ELSE ON EARTH MATTERED TO ME. It was a gift of grace that will live in my heart for as long as I am blessed to walk on this earth...

Yet to my surprise, Phillip Phillips wasn't finished with his generosity. After playing a few numbers, he offered to take photos with members of the small audience. My boys patiently waited as a gaggle of girls lined up and giggled while he took group pictures with them. And then Phillip Phillips spotted my two boys and waved at them to come over.  Could it be true? Was he willing to take a private shot with my twin boys? Indeed, he gave them each a high five, chatted with them for a minute, and then let me take a picture. Here's the proof:


Stunned, all I could think of was that I really ought thank him for being so dear to the youngest members of his audience that night! So I sucked up my courage and walked up to Phillip Phillips and extended my hand to say "Thank you." To my total surprise, he grabbed my hand and gazed into my eyes and said, "Pleased to meet you. Thanks for coming out tonight."

Seriously? Like he was some struggling singer-songwriter who hadn't been voted the American Idol by millions of fans? Clearly, it seemed his fame hadn't settled into his soul yet—and maybe for this unassuming star it never will. Because the overwhelming impression I got from Phillip Phillips was that he possesses a unique authenticity of spirit that follows him wherever he goes. And for just one night, on that unfamiliar road that we all find ourselves traveling—sometimes even in the dark—it made me feel completely at home.