Sabrina Carpenter Needs To Get In The Bin

Normally, I don’t bother about normies. That’s not to say I don’t like decent pop- Self Esteem is brilliant, as are Say She She. But there’s something about this dead-eyed, smug, conveyor belt mediocrity that’s really beginning to bug me. Maybe it’s the “ooh I’m so edgy because I used shock tactics in my artwork and push infantilism, and love to demean women, because, capitalism, but duh, it’s just, like…whatever, a concept”… Yeah, but pick me girls and trad wives are so passe, dearie, move on.

The most offensive thing is not just the “Sharon Stone in ‘Basic Instinct’, but do it for teens”, or the domestic violence album cover/’Lolita’ BS, it’s that… she’s just shite, with absolutely nothing of any interest to say, whatsoever. Her music is trite, breathy cursive voiced, unoriginal, vacuous shite, marketed at gullible mall rats who max out the trust fund and haven’t quite figured out their stuff yet.

Get in the bin, Sabrina, and put your overrated cunt away. Really. You talentless, garish, tawdry little fuckwit. Your breakdown is in the post, and it will be filmed, in 3D IMAX close-up. We’ve all had enough of you. Off you fuck. Another idiot clickbait teenybopper will be along in ten minutes. You’re wasting time, money and space. I hate dissing women, but you’re not even a woman, you’re just another industry popbot. Lights off as you go.

Published by loreleiirvine

I'm a freelance arts critic, working with a particular emphasis on music, theatre and dance.

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