Sink or Swim: Drowning in the Kiddy Pool with Lana Del Rey

"He hit me and it felt like a kiss."
- Lana Del Rey

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Choose your last words / This is the last time / 'Cause you and I / We were born to die

I often find myself being asked by elders why the youth of today is such a sad generation. We all seem unfulfilled with our lives, and that this ‘emptiness’ we harbor deep in the boroughs of our souls can only be soothed by a significant other, showers of likes and compliments, and attention and adoration from everyone. To put it simply: everything is amazing and nobody is happy. The self-respect and esteem of our generation presently is of little depth, yet we still find ourselves painstakingly sinking and drowning in this kiddy pool, all due in part by none other than the dismal damsel herself, Lana Del Rey.

You say Lana Del Rey, I say miserable, sorrowful, desolate, and eighteen other synonyms for doleful. She’s one of the primary initiators and figureheads of this sadness revolt in our generation, and is really to whom we must give credits due for our Instagram captions and alleged insomnia. Since the time of Lizzy Grant, Lana Del Rey has created her own aesthetic: relishing in madness and being in love with her own sadness. She pioneered the flower crown movement, and kick-started the acceptance of suicidal thoughts being an international ‘norm’ amongst teenagers today. (Not to mention the fact that she practically promotes pedophilia in her songs.)

Your soul is haunting me / And telling me / That everything is fine / But I wish I was dead /(Dead like you)

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Lana has been producing melancholic, macabre melodies only and specifically throughout her career, thus influencing her audience to be as solely lamentable and crestfallen about life as she is. Though some of her work is exquisite — as is she — Lana’s material is consistently the same, and revolves mainly around heartache, darkness, depression, and death, as well as refusing to see any light or goodness in this world sans her significant other. Of course, she is absolutely free to express herself as she pleases, but there gets to be a point where she starts presenting depression and resorting to substances as acceptable things. Lana simply romanticizes forlornness in her content and calls it ‘poetry’, which in turn causes youth to claim being sad and suicidal makes them ‘artistic’.

You got that medicine I need / Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart please

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If Lana was not as exteriorly stunning and glamorous as she is, most likely no one would probably pay her heed. As a reflection of our society’s shallow values, we believe that to be alluring like Lana, we too must fall into a deep, depressive state. We believe that a special someone, like in Lana’s songs, will come along and console our inconsolable minds and find us ravishing because of our ostensible sadness. We, like Lana, believe that sadness is a beautiful, romantic state, and that a significant other is the only cure and key to happiness. We’re purposely drowning ourselves in hopes of someone special saving us.
   In this generation of degenerate beauty queens, where we have icons like Lana Del Rey, we often forget about self-respect and health, and tend to just push them aside. Don't get me wrong — Lana does make beautiful music, and I do like many of her songs for the quality of sound, but several of the messages embedded within her music simply aren't just.
   While Lana is not the only reason why we’re a sad generation, she and her gloomy tunes still remain a primary symbol. It’s time we stop allowing music and its media to control us, and start controlling it.

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1 comment:

  1. Don't attribute Lana's fame to her beauty. That takes away from her incredible talent.