Worm
Taste the diffidence
I think that, these days, Shakespeare and Mozart are all of a color. A lot of the things I like are, to most of the people in my life. I like those things because I like them (I like my BlackBerry a lot, too), not because of how they make me look to others. I haven't constructed my identity from them, I pull them close to me because in them I see parts of myself. You could get all chicken-and-egg about it, I suppose, but I think the crux of it is that I, at least, am not actively trying to project an image. I dress plainly. I look corporate. Even my hairstyle, which is, on a personal level, an act of protest, is blandly trendy right now. I do not expect that people looking at me will be able to guess what I love and what makes me who I am. At most, I project an image of someone who is personally tidy, organized, serious, and fairly conservative. All of those things are true, but they're not defining characteristics.
GaGa would counter that the choices you make really do constitute "you", whether you realize it or not. Using rhetoric as a model, you can't actually separate form from content, though in many practical ways we all do it. The essence of style is one's ability to collapse the distinction. When GaGa demonstrates her sophistication and taste by donning a costume made entirely out of condoms, IUDs, tampons, and dildos, her stylistic choice is directly, if distantly, related to Oscar Wilde's comment that his primary goal in life was to live up to his blue china.
When we look at ourselves and identify the different roles we play, and all of the various rules and stylistic modes attached to each, we naturally organize a hierarchy of forms: in our minds, at the bottom are those forms which have little to do with our "real selves", let's say my "Hot Dog On A Stick" uniform, and at the top are those forms which are closest to our inner snowflake-self, let's say a tutu. We favor the top and grudgingly accept the bottom. But in truth we are exactly as we are meant to be-- we are exactly as capitalism wants us to be, which is protean, fungible, and permanently uprooted in all senses of the word. GaGa can thus be seen as a "genuine", fully interpellated subject, exhibiting a much greater level of self-awareness than you or I have.
If you're interested, I can refer you to a journal article about the delivery channels for pornography and the ownership structures of various media channels. Sickeningly interesting. In short: Britney Spears was absolutely "training porn."
Levande, Meredith. "Women, Pop Music, and Pornography."Meridians: Feminism, Race, Transnationalism 8.1 (2008): 293-321.
Of course she was training porn. She bears witness to a troubling hypothesis, which is that the notion of "female empowerment" through sexuality, a feminist idea, was skillfully hijacked by the patriarchy to re-entrench male domination by a more circuitous route.
Porn = Male Domination Of Women
Porn * Madonna = "Female empowerment"
Britney Spears + Female Empowerment = Socially Sanctioned Porn
Socially Sanctioned Porn = Socially Sanctioned Male Domination of Women
A bit circuitous but you get my drift. Hey, it's like money laundering, except with misogyny!
The final form of this is Britney Spears, Lady GaGa, and other quasi-feminist icons who blur the line between pop music and pornography, but it is also the everyday Kevin Smith heroine who resembles a Barbie doll but likes football, "Star Trek", and claims to know the secret weapon unlocks on Halo. Men are devious f***ers, aren't they?
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