Jill Sobule’s song was a work of sharp social satire, perhaps more relevant 13 years ago but it holds up as a witty critique of the long history of defining female sexuality only in how it relates to men, otherwise being nonexistent.
The reasons why “Lesbian Chic” in the 90s preceded wider social acceptance of homosexuality were founded upon a nonrecognition of female sexuality- thus making lesbians a “non-threat” since they can’t really have sex- complimented by heterosexual male sexual fantasy that two girls getting it on is “hot”- though it doesn’t make them unattainable since they’ll eventually need a man when they finally want “real sex”.
Jill Sobule lampooned these notions with a playful tale of two square suburban women, thought to live and breathe only for the men in their lives, as they discover the greater complexities of their own sexuality- as they discover for themselves, behind closed doors, as they come to own their own sexuality.
And it’s funny!
Sobule’s song: Great on many levels.
Katy Perry. . .
Katy Perry, Katy Perry, Katy Perry . . .
I would rather listen to boring mindless crap as opposed to allow myself to be infuriated the way I get infuriated by someone who tip-toes up to the line, positions herself in such a way as to appear to be over the line when the light hits just right, to then receive praise for being “daring” while she is safely and calculatedly well on the appropriate side of the line to maintain commercial popularity.
Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl” is the radio equivalent of two women kissing in a bar because guys think it is “hot”. The lyrics have her repeatedly reasserting her own heterosexuality, this is not a story of a woman following her desire saying “Damn it all” to worrying what anyone else might think- this is a woman putting herself on display certain of reward. One would think that it came out 13 years before the Jill Sobule song rather than 13 years after- her sexuality, as expressed in the song, is defined not as a woman’s independent sense of self but rather as a service submitted for male approval.
Katy Perry’s entire image is about appearing to be ballsy, appearing to speak her mind without caring what anyone else thinks, when in fact her entire raison d’etre is to please please please. When you’re entire goal is to have people pat you on the back and say, “Wow, that was daring! You’re so cool!”, then daring is exactly what you are NOT.