Lorde haters. I hate them.
Fine, I don’t hate them, they’re just really getting under my skin (and poking around with sharp sticks and farting). What gets me is that, as usual, there’s ignorance behind the hatred. There are a couple things Lorde haters fall back on, if you can even put it that way. Better to say there are a couple things they reflexively spout without thinking too much about it.
The first is a simple gut reaction against anything that’s popular. They know “Royals” was wildly successful, therefore Lorde must suck. I’ve actually heard multiple people say she’s terrible, then unabashedly admit they’ve never really listened to “Royals” or anything else on Pure Heroine.
It’s painful to even acknowledge that nonsense. Her music, which she writes, is far more interesting than the standard pop song these people want to hate. Watch a performance, and it’s clear she’s just plain talented.
The second gripe is at least backed by a little bit of listening, but not really. The problem, the naysayers say, is that “Royals” is grossly materialistic. Someone said to me the other day, annoyed by the song, “Yeah, no one is calling her Queen Bee,” as if the line, “You can call me Queen Bee / And baby I’ll rule,” doesn’t end with, “Let me live that fantasy.”
“Royals” is about growing up far, far from anything like a royal lifestyle. It’s about indulging in the fantasy, but when it comes down to it, “We don’t care.” “That we’re fine for this / We didn’t come for money.”
But don’t take it from me. Take it from the source. Lorde told SPIN, “I don’t have any houses or cars or anything like that. My life was so mundane! I was a typical teenager and I wanted to say something real. It’s quite punchy; poking fun at people bragging about their jobs.”
I get that the radio waves were oversaturated with “Royals.” Lorde gets it, too, and told V Magazine that she wishes they’d stop playing it, so people have room to breathe before her next move.
Finally, no, Lorde is not decades older than 17. I’m not even going to touch that sexist crap.
As I finish writing this, I realize that the entire point is: Stop making assumptions. Think critically. Form your own opinions based on all the evidence. Then, if you still don’t like something, that’s fine.
I suppose I’ve made this point before, but, hey. I had to step up for Lorde. We’re sisters in all black, dancing weirdly. We don’t care.
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