Yeah,’” she explained, almost with a fuck-you cadence. She wasn't angry—but you could tell how important the track was to her, and how she didn't want its message muddled.
Because up until that point, a lot of her messages were. If you stanned in the early 2010s—like I did, and still do—you spent a lot of time explaining her work to…well, everyone.
To most, she was just a whacky, flash-in-the-pan pop star who wore meat dresses, Kermit the Frog outfits, and hatched out of “eggs” at the Grammys.
Never mind every piece of clothing she wore had purpose—some statement about fame or sex or social justice she was trying to make.
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