It’s been a funny old week, Granville. Lily Allen, a popstar I have loved and championed and interviewed and happily chatted to on Twitter, released a video for a new song called Hard Out Here. In the video she sings that she doesn’t need to shake her arse because she’s got a brain, while a group…wise words.
I’m Asian, had my fair share of being subject to racism, and I didn’t think that video was racist. I didn’t even consider the race of the dancers who were in that video until all the uproar began.
I saw Lily Allen, yes a bit more clothed than the usual pop star, though I thought that was part of the point that was being made, dancing around with some suit telling her how she should be acting in order to be defined as sexy, while attractive dancers danced provocatively and attired in a manner which is now considered the norm in mainstream media, and taking advantage of the new dance craze that has been exploited so much in recent months, ironically juxtaposed with lyrics that deliberately make fun of, and highlight, the superficial nature of the industry.
I derived as much entertainment at the tongue-in-cheek references in Hard Out Here as I did in the similar references in Defined Lines, the Blurred Lines parody.
I’m not quite sure what all the fuss is about. Would people have felt differently if the dancers were white? Or would we also be seeing headlines about how racist it is that white dancers are appropriating black creative property again? Which I thought was bizarre as well.