I'm 20 now, but I was a blonde cheerleader in high school. I was self-entitled and tended to consider myself the "Queen Bee". I was under the (wrong) impression that all the girls strived to be like me, or to be liked BY me because I was HOT. I thought all the guys strived to get in my pants because I was HOT, unless they were gay, in which they wanted to get my advice on fashion and hair because, again, I was HOT. I was, to put it simply, full of it.
The reality was (and I didn't realise this until halfway through my junior year) most people couldn't stand me. I had become so self-entitled even my closest friends couldn't bear me anymore. Girls didn't really want to be like me, they thought I was egotistical and shallow. Guys didn't really want to do me, they thought I was too high-maintenance and "loose". And the gay guys didn't admire me at all, they thought I was a fashion sheep who merely followed the crowd but pretended to lead. And you know what? They were ALL. RIGHT.
That's why I love this song. This song isn't just a mere "fuck you" to all those who considered themselves 'popular' in high school. Its a social commentary on the fact that we'll always consider ourselves better than someone else. We'll never see ourselves in the light that others see us, because we're too busy criticizing what others do and how THAT makes them worse than we are. "I'm the teachers' pet." "I own a car." "I'm a football star." "I've got cheerleader chicks." We look at qualities within ourselves and congratulate ourselves for having them, under the wrong assumption that everyone else will admire them and like us because of them. When, in actual fact, it has the opposite effect on our peers.
In reality, popularity doesn't even exist. The idea of it is a cosmic joke that's been played on all of us. Humans are too self-congratulatory to give others the satisfaction of being better than or superior to them.
I'm 20 now, but I was a blonde cheerleader in high school. I was self-entitled and tended to consider myself the "Queen Bee". I was under the (wrong) impression that all the girls strived to be like me, or to be liked BY me because I was HOT. I thought all the guys strived to get in my pants because I was HOT, unless they were gay, in which they wanted to get my advice on fashion and hair because, again, I was HOT. I was, to put it simply, full of it.
The reality was (and I didn't realise this until halfway through my junior year) most people couldn't stand me. I had become so self-entitled even my closest friends couldn't bear me anymore. Girls didn't really want to be like me, they thought I was egotistical and shallow. Guys didn't really want to do me, they thought I was too high-maintenance and "loose". And the gay guys didn't admire me at all, they thought I was a fashion sheep who merely followed the crowd but pretended to lead. And you know what? They were ALL. RIGHT.
That's why I love this song. This song isn't just a mere "fuck you" to all those who considered themselves 'popular' in high school. Its a social commentary on the fact that we'll always consider ourselves better than someone else. We'll never see ourselves in the light that others see us, because we're too busy criticizing what others do and how THAT makes them worse than we are. "I'm the teachers' pet." "I own a car." "I'm a football star." "I've got cheerleader chicks." We look at qualities within ourselves and congratulate ourselves for having them, under the wrong assumption that everyone else will admire them and like us because of them. When, in actual fact, it has the opposite effect on our peers.
In reality, popularity doesn't even exist. The idea of it is a cosmic joke that's been played on all of us. Humans are too self-congratulatory to give others the satisfaction of being better than or superior to them.