When I was initially introduced to the musical stylings of Iggy Azalea, I thought, "Interesting, a
female Eminem." Listening to "Fancy", from Azalea's debut album The New Classic (2014),
however, I started to change my mind: she's more like a modern
incarnation of Gwen Stefani. Picking through the lyrics to "Fancy"
changed my mind once more: no, no, she's just another media doll who is
willing to sell her talent in exchange for fast cash and
splash-in-the-pan fame. It's a shame, really. I think she could be a
really refreshing voice if she took the time to rap on some poignant and
original topics, but no, it's just sex and money pretty much 24/7.
B-o-r-i-n-g, I-g-g-y. And this is a real shame, not just because it
means that our culture continues to be pummeled with nothing but
egotistical smash-and-grabs instead of true art. That's a travesty in
itself, of course, but the real-life tragedy is in Azalea herself:
rather than taking the opportunity to truly set herself apart in the rap
world, she chooses to squander her talent in the same cesspool as Jason
Derulo and Chris Brown, which, in my opinion, is a pretty sad place to
be. Azalea may be able to buy all the fancy things the name brands have
to offer her with all the money she's after, but it can't buy her -- or
any of us -- meaning or integrity.
Azalea's "Fancy"
spends most of its time -- I mean, most of its time that isn't spent in
self-aggrandizement -- harping on the same tired tropes you'll find in
any female party song, from Ke$ha to Lady Gaga to Nicki Minaj to Miley
Cyrus. All of the necessary chants in favor of one's own world status
and Venusian power over men are present to make clear just how much of a
goddess one is: "Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe, / Classic, expensive, you
don't get to touch". The demands for first-class treatment and prestige
are trotted out with due process: "Swagger on super, I can't shop at no
department". And of course, it is made abundantly clear to everyone
what kind of alcohol is being consumed (necessarily expensive), and that
it is being drunk excessively: "Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris /
... Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that / ... Champagne
spilling, you should taste that". Because nothing says "fancy" like
spilling your drink. Or wasting good alcohol just because you can. And,
of course, nothing says "class" like flaunting your heedless waste and
excess, especially for our environmentally-challenged, first-world
lifestyle of decadence and opulence. Add a trashed hotel room to the
alcohol abuse (classic "fancy" behavior, naturally), as well as some
overtly expensive status symbols ("somethin' worth half a ticket on my
wrist"), and you pretty much have the recipe for modern "me-generation"
disaster. Recessions, and "global warming", and first-world poverty, and
pretty much every other buzzword you can think of has its roots in this
pattern of behavior.
I'm not trying to put the blame
on poor Iggy. After all, this modern mess is over a century in the
making, and Azalea is just as much a symptom of it as recession. But her
example is a very effective way to hold a mirror up to ourselves and to
see our own individual and social problems. Perhaps the most disturbing
trend exhibited here is Azalea's obsession with money: "So get my money
on time, if they not money, decline / ... Put that paper over all... /
Never turn down money". She basically admits in this song that she is
willing to do anything for money, suffer any degradation, give up any
sort of integrity: the money is priority. Money is god. It is money that
she worships, that she works for, that she chases after, that she lusts
after. It is telling that the line "Never turn down money" occurs
immediately after she has been tantalizing a supposed male with her
desirability: the desire for money above all else almost instantly
degenerates into prostitution. The lust for money is so all-encompassing
that even the integrity of the body, the dignity of one's own person,
can be sacrificed to it in a heartbeat. None of us are immune to this
threat. Whether it's our bodies, our time, our talents, our families,
even our opinions, everything about us can be sacrificed on the altar of
money if we are willing to "put that paper over all". And the modern
world tells us that we should do exactly that. Men and women should give
up their ability to serve their spouses and raise their children
properly in order to chase the almighty dollar. Young people should
sacrifice their true talents and desires in order to pursue lucrative
career paths they neither desire nor enjoy. Our governments are willing
to cater to the whims of wealthy lobbyists rather than pursue the common
good in order to maintain an exorbitant status quo. This is a pervasive
problem; it starts with the fear and selfishness of the individual and
spreads to affect the entire population. Intense individualistic greed
is at the heart of the breakdown in our culture.
The
more modern problem with our wealth -- at least, compared to how these
problems appeared sixty years ago -- is that their destructive aspects
are more evident and more consequential. Practically speaking, money
cannot be an end in itself. We cannot really "put that paper above all".
Money is just a symbol, a sign for other things. Our wealth has to be
directed to some sort of end: the maintenance of a family, investment in
societal goods, charitable work, and so on. The problem for most modern
people is that their focus on money has no end goal. It has become an
end in itself, and, when its uselessness is perceived by those who
acquire it, its end tends to become destructive -- self-destructive
first, and then socially destructive. Young starlets, like Iggy Azalea
and Justin Bieber and Miley Cyrus and whoever else, end up in trouble
precisely because they have money without purpose. The media tells us that happiness lies in money because money can get you things.
We are subjected to a veritable onslaught of advertising that convinces
us to dump our money into alcohol, fashion, cars, technological gizmos,
and whatever else, but even these things lack a purpose in our lives. Why
do we want these things? The makers of "stuff" can't really tell us
that. They can't give us purpose. Things can't give us purpose. And the
frustration of wasting all of our time and effort on purposeless things
tends to drive us to destructive ends. We try to tell ourselves that the
end of alcohol is fun (which is true), but fun becomes drunkenness,
debauchery, and destruction, none of which are really any fun and are
harmful to both ourselves and others. Fashion and cars and gizmos,
purposeless in and of themselves, take on a role as status symbols; they
become a way for us to bring others down and build ourselves up. Azalea
uses her "fancy" status symbols, her wealth and her fame, to put down
other people: men are not good enough to have her, and women are not
good enough to compare with her. Azalea, of course, is not unique in
this; almost all pop music caters to this mentality. More importantly, we
cater to this mentality. We want to be envied. We want others to see
what we have and think we're somehow better because of it. We think that
wealth and influence over others we will gives us meaning and purpose.
We think that, as Azalea's rap collaborator Charli XCX says, it "feels
so good getting what I want", so that must be what the goal of life is.
But it's not. And persisting in this misconception is what is destroying
our world, our culture, our relationships, and ourselves.
So
what can we do about this? I think a good first step would be to
rethink our priorities in life: what is truly important? What do we
truly want out of life? What truly makes us happy in this world? What is
a reasonable and balanced way of achieving that? And perhaps a good
second step would be to put our desire for money in its proper context,
remembering that money is a means to an end and not an end in itself.
Earning money must be for a purpose, and we should have an awareness of
what that purpose is in our own lives. Finally, rather than encouraging
individual wealth and success in our culture as the entire measure of
our lives, we should really be encouraging personal integrity and social
responsibility if we plan on living in a civilized society in the next
century. Selfish individualism is a cultural dead-end. It's time to take
a cue from the "fancy" lifestyle of Azalea and the rest, and make an
about-face before we become the indentured slaves of the dollar bill.
***
The point of this blog is not to tell anyone what they should or should
not consider entertaining, nor what films, books, lyrics, or television
shows are morally or artistically good or bad. The point is to engage
with the stories that are creating our culture on an intellectual level,
to meet the morals with our minds before they go to our hearts. Once you know what's in the
entertainment you imbibe and you're aware of how it may be shaping your
perceptions of the world around you, well then, imbibe away!
As human beings, we are affected by everything we expose ourselves to, even those things we see as innocuous forms of entertainment. What we put into our heads inevitably makes its way into our hearts. Let's start thinking about the media we love, the media we hate, and be conscious of how we are applying it in our lives. Let's be media connoisseurs rather than media consumers. Let's expose the moral underpinnings of the stories that shape us.
26/05/2014
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