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Friday, July 01, 2005

A "Holla" for Help

 
Colleen, from The Elaborate Hour, kindly offered assistance in reply to my post, What Exactly IS a Hollaback Girl?

She found this article, which delves deeply into the underlying psychology of this seemingly innocuous ditty. It translates the storyline, lyric for lyric, so we can behold as the carnage unfolds:

Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That’s right, I’m the last one standing, another one bites the dust

Gwen’s pack of furious cheerleaders leaves the boy a quivering, bloody heap behind the bleachers for the groundskeeper to discover the next day....
Let me hear you say, this shit is bananas
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Here, Gwen steps away from this bloody spectacle for a moment to comment on the madness and ugliness of what we’ve just witnessed, and, by extension, the petty rivalries of high school in general. This shit is bananas, Gwen tells us, and we can only agree. And lest we miss the point, she spells it out. And repeats it another three times.
Oh, weep for Gwen.

Comments:
Wow--you've really spent a lot of time on this one. Are you ok? :)
 
Gwen really bugs me these days. Not that I was ever her biggest fan, but there was something likeable about her. Not so much anymore.
 
Gwen's definitely hit an all time low with this one.
 
oy

I really loved No Doubt.

The world can do without this song, though. As well as a few others from her latest.
 
See, and i thought it was just me that found it odd that she was STILL writing songs about being in high school.
 
I don't think you can comment unless youn know what Gwen intended from the song.
 
Sure we can, Sarah. First of all, it's a public work that her label paid to produce and promote so we'd all be darn good and sure to hear it. And secondly, we're all commenting on how no one can tell WHAT she intended to say.

So, unless you're trying to be ironic, I'm going to assume you didn't communicate very well here...like Gwen.
 
Oh wow. I heard the song for the first time with my daughter recently & neither one of us could figure out what a "holla back girl" was or what "sh*t" she was calling "bananas". But there we were singing "b-a-n-a-n-a-s" just because it sounded so dang goofy. Now I feel creeped out. Who'd have known? Gonna send the link to my daughter.
 
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