Leave IGGY ALONE! “Pretty Girls” lyrics analysis

 

Iggy Azalea’s fall from grace is nearing complete with her recent collab with good ol’ one-foot-in-the-grave Britney Spears. Iggy, the once hot underground diva has since been vilified and called out for not, in fact, actually being the realest, with Azealia Banks leading the charge against her and the legion of SJWs that is tumblr quickly following suit. Turns out a white girl from Australia can’t get away sounding like a black rapper from the South without repercussions. Ahhh, the joys of cultural appropriation.

 

Side note on cultural appropriation, which I look forward to elaborating on someday: the assumptive and selfish collectivism claiming a certain style belongs to a specific race. Shouldn’t culture and style transcend that?

 

I can’t say “pu$$y” was much of a song, but some how it made Iggy a rising star back in 2011. It was three relatively quiet years from when her Pussy first made a blip on the scenesters’ radar, until her album was released. So long so that some bloggers thought she had missed her chance to ever really become the programmed beta sex kitten she was destined to be. But then again, the powers that be didn’t have as much time at their disposal, nor the influential years of a tween (as they did with some other Mouseketeers lured into the industry), to sink in their mind control… great job under the circumstances, Illuminati!

 

In classic pop form, you got your hook and your other stuff and your one or two verses of rapping. In this case, the rapping is done by Iggy. In the video, Iggy is introduced as an empty-eyed sexy Alien (every man’s dream), the Australian Other. Man’s shallow desire for a brainless pretty female, will always be a constant, regardless of where she comes from.

 

The song encourages bratty behavior, such as the entitled skipping to the front of the line, or the base assumption that pretty girls do what they want and get what they like. Well, “YOU DON’T BUTT IN LINE, YOU DON’T SELL DRUGS, YOU DON’T MOLEST LITTLE CHILDREN, YOU DON’T PROFIT ON THE MISERY OF OTHERS.” Yet, this is the encouraged behaviors of the upper-upper crust. It’s all connected.

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KISS! KISS! KISS! KISS!

 

As beautifully put by Sinead O’Connor (to Miley Cyrus, but apropo to most), “They will prostitute you for all you are worth, and cleverly make you think it’s what YOU wanted.”

The video opens with a not so subtle brand placement of MateFit, a tea which promotes weight loss, further pushing the idea of slim = pretty girl (as well as the all too common endorsement nausea of which we’ve become accustomed). In a very weak attempt to poise this video as a satirical take on shallow valley girls, it turns out to be nothing more than an homage to the gum smacking “oh my gawd” lifestyle.

Ultimately we are all the beta sex kittens, encouraged to spend our fliff to sate our sexual frustration, making the fatcat pimps ever richer.

It is rife with Monarch programming symbolism. Iggy, being brought into the fold by a veteran of displaced identity, appears blank eyed in the video (ie desireable). She begins to mimic Britney’s behavior with positive reinforcing results (money, material goods, fawning attention of rich and/or beta males). Being bland and pretty = $$$.

Empty eyes, ready to be controlled.

Empty, soulless eyes, ready to be controlled.

Iggy has magical alien powers, when she touches an ATM machine machine out pops money, which they dance under the commencing showers! Here they are nothing more than glorified strippers. In another scene, she turns Britney’s out-of-date 80’s cellphone to a SAMSUNG NOTE III, a commentary on Britney’s growing desperation to avoid irrelevance?

 

Eventually they make it to the club where Iggy gives her rap. Shockingly, it is actually on topic, which so often is not the case. Let’s take a look:

If you ask me, I’m killing them softly

I would spend time with you but that’d cost me

They pray that Iggy-Iggy give ’em one more chance

But busy Iggy wouldn’t even give ’em one more glance

See, enter in line between the beauty and a beast

Slim waist, thick cake, the whole world want a piece

Bad girl, good would make you lose your mind

All of the boys begging Britney, hit ’em one more time

Iggs

 

A common theme in pop music is to make the average rube listener feel inadequate, especially males in this case, by making the star god-like, out of reach. Iggy dismisses her fawning masses, stating, “I would spend time with you but that’d cost me.” Cost you? Why? Perhaps, because spending time with someone who can’t afford her would only lead to trouble with her handlers. Perhaps, her time is simply too valuable. Again, marginalizing the covetous masturbators within the capitalist plutocracy, the lyrics only aim to disempower. Rude.

 

One other curiosity is the the line, “Bad girl, good would make you lose your mind.” Notice the “good” snuck in there. Good would make us lose our minds, encouraging deviant behavior, mindlessness. After all that is said and done and Britney does her tired dance routine, a motherfucking spaceship beams them up. Or at least it was implied, but it looks like it wasn’t in the budget to dissolve them after the beams were flashed, Iggy ever looking like the deer-in-headlights. The rabbit-hole implications here are so rife that I’ll let you use your imagination.

 

Ultimately the message here is: we are all the beta sex kittens, encouraged to spend our fliff to sate our sexual frustration, making the fatcat pimps ever richer. And yes, the sado-masochist in me has enjoyed [over]analyzing this pop song, no need to report the futility of my endeavor. Godbless.

Britney Spears “Pretty Girls” lyrics

 

All around the world, pretty girls

Wipe the floor with all the boys

Pour the drinks, bring the noise

(It’s Iggy-Iggs!)

We’re just so pretty!

All around the world, pretty girls

Jump the line, to the front

Do what we like, get what we want

Where you at, Brit?

We’re just so pretty

 

Hey, don’t you know that it’s always the same

From Australia ’round to LA

You can betcha’, wherever the girls go, boys follow

We be keeping them up on their toes

They can laugh, but they don’t get the jokes

Just you watch, they’re so predictable

Some things don’t change

The girls roll up

Windows roll down

Eyes on us

Jaws on the ground

Watch them go

It’s just so funny

Like bees to the honey

 

All around the world, pretty girls

Wipe the floor with all the boys

Pour the drinks, bring the noise

We’re just so pretty

All around the world, pretty girls

Jump the line, to the front

Do what we like, get what we want

We’re just so pretty

 

Tell me, is it true that these men are from Mars

Is that why they be acting bizarre?

Every time I walk out of my house it’s like, Hey baby

They don’t see me rolling my eyes

They buzzing around me like flies

They got one thing on their minds

Some things don’t change

[Chorus]

[Iggy]

If you ask me, I’m killing them softly

I would spend time with you but that’d cost me

They pray that Iggy-Iggy give ’em one more chance

But busy Iggy wouldn’t even give ’em one more glance

See, enter in line between the beauty and a beast

Slim waist, thick cake, the whole world want a piece

Bad girl, good would make you lose your mind

All of the boys begging Britney, hit ’em one more time

Iggs

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2 thoughts on “Leave IGGY ALONE! “Pretty Girls” lyrics analysis

  1. this is a wonderful new take, Iv always thought lyrics say as much as the video.
    Its rare that the singers write their own lines,
    which makes it significant to the MK theory because
    of the common themes of being forced.
    keep this website going!
    I’m bookmarking this !!

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