I like Carrie Underwood. Seriously, I really do. I’m not a huge fan of the whole country thing, but I think she’s a really sweet girl, I love her story, I love that she’s probably the most famous American Idol ever (and ever will be), and I think she’s genuinely a good, positive role model for little girls growing up with a media that constantly tells them that they’re not good enough. Carrie Underwood is awesome, OK?
But I read an interview that she recently did with Self magazine, and I have to say – it was corny as all hell. I was able to appreciate it for its good-heartedness and its truth, but there was deep-down feminist part of me that kind of cringed when I read the things she likes to do to make her husband happy, and the things she seeks to reaffirm that she’s the bees knees.
Shall I go on?
From Self, what she had to say about dressing to please her husband – and no one else:
“I get texts from Mike when I’m on a red carpet that read ‘You’re so hot!’ I like that. Words of affirmation mean a lot to me. But my husband is also pretty conservative. When I’m wearing some outfits, he’ll say, ‘That dress is a little short, don’t ya think?’ He would never tell me I can’t do or wear something or make me feel bad, but I’m a married lady now, so I try to be respectful of my husband. I want to look sexy for him, and I appreciate that he wants to look nice for me, too.”
So, alright. I get that it’s “nice” she wants to look “nice” for her husband, and I’m just so sure he feels the same about her. I have no doubts that he likes to look “nice” for her, “too.” Oh, “sorry.” Did I get “carried away” with the “quotes”? My “bad.” But you know what’s also nice? Looking nice for yourself before looking nice for anyone else. And someone appreciating you for what you look like even when you know you look like hot garbage on a humid day. That’s cool as well.
I’m not saying that Carrie’s husband gets carried away with his machismo role as husband (“That dress is a little short, don’t ya think?”), but I am saying that maybe Carrie just shouldn’t, you know … try so hard, I suppose.