IT can all be summed up in the evolution of one song. In 1975, an all boy band called The Arrows released a music clip for their single called I love Rock N Roll. It featured young guys with bad mullet hairdos and matching brown sports jackets singing somewhat saucy lyrics for the time as politely as possible.
Fast forward to 1982 and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts remake the song, this time with raunchy Jett on vocals, snarling in to a microphone in full leather (note her jacket was zipped to the top) and more bad hair, only Jett owned it and rocked it.
I was a young girl just starting to be seduced by rock n roll and when I saw Joan straddle her guitar with a sexual confidence I’d never associated with a woman before in that clip and it blew my tiny mind. I was sold. Music and sex became one for me in. I wanted to be Joan Jett and well, nothing much has changed.
Let’s now go to Britney Spears’ video of the song Jett made an international hit shall we? Brit too chose leather for her version of I Love Rock N Roll in 2002, only a lot less of it than Jett. Opening shots are close-ups on her tight belly in low-slung pants and her black lace see-through bra. Britney purrs and pouts and all but pole dances on her microphone stand in her version, in my mind failing miserably. You see, Brit had drunk the record company Kool-aid long ago. We’d seen it all before. All that hair-tossing and pouting, suggestive gyrating and naked flesh was now so commonplace it was a mere candle compared to the libidinous bonfire of Jett’s upturned lip.
And this is the problem with popular music today and the clips that promote it – women aren’t just being forced to sell sex, they’re selling their souls in the process. It’s like it’s not enough to be a pop star, you need to be a porn star too.