Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes -- I went from zero, to my own hero
Dear Ms Perry,
I have to admit that I have been relatively conflicted in my feelings about your performance costumes and the little girl image. I now realize that you were being ironic. I feel a little slow that it took me a while to figure that out, but I get it now. So let's move on.
I also know I am far too old to fall into your fan base or target demographic. I do have teens who love your music. Hell, I love your music. California girls and all that... I remember melting some popsicles in my time.
The reason I am writing you is because I heard your song "Roar" for the first time. In a few minutes of bopping along to the tune, your lyrics gave me a new hope for the young women of your generation.
It has been the year of Miley's catastrophic train wreck. When many of us threw our hands in the air and said "I'm out," there came your song like the beacon of "anti-Miley."
I asked my daughter what she thought of your song. She loves it, and then we had a long talk. We discussed what it means to be your own hero. We talked about standing up for yourself and being strong. We talked about love and respect, career and resilience.
We have also had a conversation of a very different kind about "Blurred Lines," which is sickening. She and I agree, we want more Katy Perry and Macklemore, and way less Miley's tongue and Robin's Beatlejuice outfit. More songs about triumph and less about degrading sex.
In short Ms Perry, you will get our concert and download dollars. Keep it classy girl.