In defence of Lana Del Rey

Here I am, on a sunny yet cold Saturday morning listening to Lana Del Rey’s new album, something that I’ve been doing everyday for the past week or so. I am in love with her haunting songs and her weird voice. Not to mention her style. Yes, you’ve guessed well, I find Lana Del Rey very lovely indeed. I think all these rummors and bad things people keep saying about her are plain mean since what first stroke me about her was just how special she is. People claim she is a fake, she doesn’t write her own songs and that she’s had implants in her lips. To be honest, I couldn’t care less if any of those were true for several reasons: she might not be great in live concert but I wouldn’t go to one of her concerts anyway because I think her music is most suitable for being listened to at home. Second, who cares whether she writes her own songs or not as long as those songs are good? And finally, how can people be such hypocrites and still make a big deal out of this whole implants and botox thing? Think only about the fact that if many of us were pop star or jus famous we would probably have something done as well. We denigrate plastic surgery out of principle but wouldn’t we all have something changed if we could? 

I never understood why people look up to singers, pop stars or actors and make role models out of them. They’re not there to teach us about morality or about how to accept ourselves as we are. They are paid to entertain us, to make us have fun and picture the story, the fantasy of a different life because we have enough of harsh reality anyway. And I think Lana Del Rey does just that very well. She’s created this ‘gangsta Nancy Sinatra’ character, sings about love in her own way and caries own with a raw version of the American dream. Why want to know if that’s the ‘real’ her or not? Perhaps many of the famous people we admire are horrible people in the privacy of their homes and if we think about it, we’re just the same. We avoid showing off our dark side or parts of us we’re not too proud about. Even Audrey Hepburn who is my epitome of loveliness had a lot of issues and not a very lovely family life at all. 

Oh, and implants or not, I think Lana is really, really pretty.