Kissed a Girl
by Shimmie
If you haven’t heard the catchy tune “I Kissed a Girl” by Katy Perry you’ve probably been living under a rock. The song, which has done extremely well in the charts, seems to be set on repeat at our local radio stations. I’ve even heard it on three different stations at once! (so much for variety…)
Here’s the kicker – I hate it. I hate it so much I get physically sick when I hear it. Why would I, a self-proclaimed supa lesbian, scoff at a seemingly celebratory ditty about lesbian love? It’s quite simple. The song is based on a male ideal of a girlfriend who dabbles with another straight woman for his benefit. You guessed it…this song has nothing to do with lesbians.
Don’t believe me? Just take a look at the video. The set looks like Vickie Secret threw up on it. The basic feature is Katy dressed up like a lingerie model and sitting in a room with all her beautiful best friends. They play with corsets, fans and even enjoy pink frosting off a cake. They roll around…they pillow fight…they giggle together. What’s missing? GIRLS ACTUALLY KISSING! There is not one inkling of any sexual energy between any of the women featured. They instead pose seductively for the camera as if to be performing for the boyfriend. “I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it,” she says. Duh, of course he won’t.
People love the song and I understand why. It is, after all, pretty catchy. But what they don’t think about, however, is how brilliant it is. We’re being tricked, folks. Straight women dabbling into the realm of the lesboland is a huge money-maker these days. All you have to do is take a leisurely stroll down the straight isle of your neighborhood porn shop. You’ll see so many videos about “girl on girl” action that it will blow your mind – or your junk (depending on who’s doing the looking, of course).
The producers, label and songstress are taking this fantasy straight to the bank.
What surprises me most about the success of the song is how much it is celebrated by the gay boys in my life. It is a favorite among them. They look at me with blank stares when I protest the validity of the song. They automatically assume that I would love it – after all, I’ve kissed quite a few girls in my day (honk, honk of my horn). But the song is just not my cup of tea.
What’s the moral of the story? Like any music you want. Turn it up loud in the car. Dance to it at home while wearing nothing but your underwear. Just remember to take a second and think about what it means. You’ll definitely get a clear look at what trends are making money in our society.
On a side note: If you want a real laugh check out some of the spoofs of this song on YouTube. Just look up “I Kissed a Boy.” My favorite one is the one that features clips from old pornos. Brilliant. Freakin’ brilliant.
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