Wednesday, 26 March 2014

The K-Tizzle Sizzle - Keep It Real

Baby, she was born that way.

Keep It Real
by Katie Langley

I’m not going to sugar coat it for you – last week was shit. It was shit for more reasons than I have the energy to explain. It was shit at work. It was shit at home. It was just a big, steaming pile of shit. Let me put it to you this way, last week I couldn’t help but agree with Slipknot when they said that 'People = Shit'.

I needed something to pull myself out of my funk, so perhaps that’s why I found myself gravitating towards a group of singing, dancing women as I exited the bus on Thursday. At that point in time I thought that some forced fun and frivolity at 7:45am seemed like the way to do it.

As I meandered over to see what all the fuss was about I began to make out the song that these chirpy chicks were grooving to – 'Happy' by Pharrell Williams. I swear that at the moment of recognition my body recoiled (I can’t be the only one who is irritated by this song). By this point it was too late to back away – I’d already made eye contact with one of the shiny, happy people who then handed me a package and informed me that it was the UN International Day of Happiness. It was all quite lovely really, but on that particular day I’m just not sure that the message was well received.

For the next hour I thought it couldn’t hurt to adopt the motto "fake it ‘till you make it". I opened my happiness package, cracked open the fortune cookie, and tied the yellow smiling balloon to my desk. But an hour into my attempt at ‘happiness’ I couldn’t help but think about Pharell’s smug little face (and that stupid hat) telling me to be happy. Do we have to be happy all the time? Can’t I just have some time to be a grumpy cow? 

We all saw what happened to Britney Spears. She plastered a fake smile on her face for years and then cracked under the fa├žade, shaving her head and running at the paparazzi with an umbrella. I’m not saying I’m going to get all Sinead O’Connor on you, but think about this – if Britters had just let herself be a grumpy cow from time to time, would she have had a melt down? Perhaps if she’d let her guard down things would have worked out differently. Who knows, perhaps she and Justin Timberlake would’ve been able to work through their differences and continue their double denim romance.  Maybe not. Maybe she would’ve started journaling and embarked on a career in the indie music space with her band “The Britters Project”. The possibilities are endless.

What I’d like to know is does Beyonce ever have an off day? She is someone that presents perfection for every facet of her life. Perfect husband. Perfect baby. Perfect career. Perfect booty. Is it really always perfect? Or behind closed doors is she yelling at Jay-Z to put the toilet seat down, just like every other woman across the first world?

The Pharrell’s and the Beyonce’s and all those shiny happy people all have their place in the world. And yes, there’s something to be said for positive psychology. But you know what? From time to time it’s OK to have your Lady Gaga moment and give the universe the finger. Proverbial or otherwise.

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