On Lana del Rey

A whitepill for girls paranoid about their age and men paranoid about gold-diggers.

Sometimes I turn off replies on my posts because I know they’re going to be retarded. I prefer for the retarded to quote tweet my posts, they can be retarded on their home turf (my followers deserve better). Yesterday I posted about Lana del Rey getting married at 39 to a swamp tour guide and what that means for the Redpillian community. The quote tweets are revealing.

Before I jump in, I should state that I don’t listen to Lana del Rey, but I have a strange connection to her. I’ve dated a lot of girls who idolize her. Her music speaks to them very deeply. Lana means a lot to them. I don’t know what Lana’s lyrics are about but I can sense the vibe. Her music is extremely feminine. She’s always stood out to me as a sharp contrast against Taylor Swift and Dua Lipa, the other two corners of the Female Music Triad.

I don’t feel anything when I hear Lana’s music, I’ve tried. It’s nothing personal. She’s undoubtedly an artist’s artist. She’s authentic and extremely talented. Her music just doesn’t speak to me. Someone showed me an Instagram reply where she said she was shocked to learn that she had any male listeners. I give guys some shit for claiming her music speaks to them, I don’t believe it can. But hey, to each his own.

I don’t like to delve into celebrity news but Lana del Rey is a significant cultural figure. Lana writes music for intelligent girls with daddy issues who have a complicated relationship with food and may or may not have spent a lot of time on Tumblr/ED Twitter. Lana is inevitably tied up with Med Gold, so I’m going to expand on the significance of her becoming a hot 39 year old then marrying an alligator tour guide. This is a whitepill for girls paranoid about their age and for men paranoid about girls being manipulative gold diggers.