Lana Del Rey, who once said, “For me, the issue of feminism is just not an interesting concept. I’m more interested in, you know, SpaceX and Tesla, what’s going to happen with our intergalactic possibilities. Whenever people bring up feminism, I’m like, god. I’m just not really that interested,” continues to prove that not only could she not give a shit about feminism, but she actively works to undermine it.
Recently defended by the media for being the subject of Eminem’s latest female-bashing lyrics, Del Rey has come under fire again for appearing in an unreleased Marilyn Manson (who she was rumored to be dating at one point) video directed by Eli Roth in which she is depicted being brutally raped amid other interspersed images of grotesquery.
Filmed in a manner bearing similar cinematography to Hostel, we’re shown a barrage of disturbing scenes featuring American Horror Story-esque creepers in masks, revelers at a party with balloons that say the word “rape” on them and Del Rey herself wearing a Texas Chainsaw Massacre tee–all of which combine to indicate something of a “light-hearted” interpretation of rape.
To camp-ify a scene of a woman’s sexual abuse seems to solidify Del Rey’s lackadaisical attitude about her clout as a woman. Instead, Del Rey prefers to favor an old school mentality about how women should be portrayed, all in the name of her “aesthetic.” But, as Del Rey’s nemesis, Lady Gaga, will tell you, sticking with one style so early on in your career can be dangerous, resulting in irrelevancy and staleness. And nobody wants to rape a stale pussy.
Del Rey, who has stated she wishes she could have successfully used her sexuality to actually “fuck her way to the top” as her song of the same name says, seems trapped in a sedative-induced dream world, where her Electra complex is the only thing she cares about long enough to consider whether or not it’s button-pushingly offensive. Other “casual” issues, like rape, are something she clearly prefers to let “the men” handle when it comes to representing the divine-turned-sullied feminine.
[…] Taking her experience and turning it into the song “Swine,” it would seem Gaga has managed to wield her pain for plenty of profit. The incident (always a great word for making an event hold less weight than it does) took place when she was nineteen, the same year she dropped out of NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts to start selling herself (musically speaking) on the Lower East Side. Between getting raped and establishing herself as a musician, maybe the two are more interrelated than Gaga would like to believe. Perhaps this moment in her life does define her as an artist after all, setting the tone for the start of her career. Side note: “Eh, Eh Nothing Else I Can Say” would be a super creepy song to play during a rape scene. I’m counting on Eli Roth to make it (considering he was willing to add to the “trending now” status of rape with the unreleased Marilyn Manson/Lana Del Rey video). […]