Lana Del Rey is a bona fide weirdo. We’re all on the same page about that, right? She was a wannabe popstar who turned moody chanteuse who sings only about pickup trucks, California, excessive drinking and blue jeans… and we love her for it. However, her reticence to discuss actual life issues – especially ones that effect her as a woman and, you know, every other woman in the world, seems kind of bizarre and confusing to me. According to Lana, however, she doesn’t want to talk about things like feminism because she’s not the person to ask.
From The New York Times:
“For me, a true feminist is someone who is a woman who does exactly what she wants,” she said. “If my choice is to, I don’t know, be with a lot of men, or if I enjoy a really physical relationship, I don’t think that’s necessarily being anti-feminist. For me the argument of feminism never really should have come into the picture. Because I don’t know too much about the history of feminism, and so I’m not really a relevant person to bring into the conversation. Everything I was writing was so autobiographical, it could really only be a personal analysis.”
I mean, I sort of get that. At the end of the day, she’s not an academic or a policymaker or anyone else who SHOULD be held accountable. However, she is a woman and a human being, so she’s 100% relevant. Anyone who’s living and breathing and walking on this earth is relevant, particularly women.
You might also be (not) surprised to learn that Lana really wants to die because she thinks it’ll be a “relief”:
She has also been denounced for video clips that culminate in her death: by drowning, by falling, by choking. The video for “Born To Die” ends with her in a boyfriend’s arms, inert and covered in blood. She agrees that her videos have often been “exploring ways to die,” she said, adding: “I love the idea that it’ll all be over. It’s just a relief, really. I’m scared to die, but I want to die.” The title song of “Ultraviolence” ventures into precarious territory. In an arrangement that melds Baroque dirge and wah-wah guitar, the singer describes herself as “filled with poison but blessed with beauty and rage,” and goes on to quote a fraught 1962 song from the Crystals, “He Hit Me (And It Felt Like a Kiss).”
I don’t think I’ll ever understand Lana Del Rey… and maybe that’s the point.