I realized a couple days ago that I’ve been missing out on something that can be helpful during tough days.
It’s pop. I’m not going to apologize for it. It’s got elements of Christina Aguilera, Britney Spears, the Spice Girls, J-pop and Queen in it. She admits to manufacturing the persona, and she wears it well. Moreover, some of the lyrics of “Just Dance” are ones I can get behind. Can’t see straight when you’re at the club, you love the song that comes on, things are all discombobulated, but what do you do? You just dance. Life sucking the life out of you? Just dance. Gonna be okay.
I’m a sucker for a pop princess. I blame my undying love for Andy Warhol and pop art for that.