I Am Woman. Hear Me Rowr

    Sara Bareilles lit the music world on fire with her hit “Love Song,” a catchy toon about her refusal to write a sappy love song for just anyone. She has continued in this trend with her new angst-ridden song “King of Anything.” In this song she is telling this boy that she doesn’t really need him telling her what to do because she’s just fine running her own life. This idea has been a growing trend with women since the 50’s. Women have started bringing home the bacon for a while now and I say bring it on.

“You’ve got opinions, man. We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked.”  People can tell us how hey think we should run our lives but most of the time we don’t ask. We can take their advise if we so choose but after all they’re just opinions. Sara thinks that he can voice his opinion about her life but she doesn’t  really take into consideration.  Lots of people think used to think that the woman’s place was at home. That’s not the case anymore. More women are in the work force now more than ever. Many have a higher status in companies and society than men.

“But you expect me to

Jump up on board with you

Ride off into your delusional sunset”

Sara is putting life into perspective for the guy saying that life is hardly like the story books any more. She isn’t just going to go along with what he thinks is the perfect world. The classic “Night in Shinning in Armor” type is something we see in the movies. Not to say that their aren't wonderful men out there. But there always has to be a heartbreak before there is that someone that comes along to pick up the pieces and put you back together.

I love this song because it’s not the conventional love song. It has a bit of an edge. What was the norm back in the day is not now. Women have power and strength. “Who cares if you disagree? Your not me. Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be. Who died and made you king of anything?”

Elizabeth Mace
Mrs. Harmon
Pre-AP English 10
14, October 2010

    My eyes drift open. I can smell the premium roast coffee brewing in the kitchen. I know she’s awake trying to let me sleep in a bit because she knows I’ve had a hard week and because my dad will be here soon to take me home. I push off the multicolored quilt and rest my feet on the light brown shag carpet. It feels soft under my feet so I make an effort to drag my feet as I walk. I open the door and jump as another is forced closed by the air. I guess I’ll never get used to that. I walk into the kitchen and sigh because unlike all the other rooms in the house the kitchen floor has a linoleum floor. She gives me a smile as I walk in and open the cupboard to find my usual white mug with green polka dots. I drop in the Nestle milk hot chocolate mix with water and stick it in the microwave. I sit waiting, tapping my foot anxiously, for the loud “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP” signaling that I can sit and enjoy this delicious treat. Finally the microwave is finished and I take out my mug and breath in the rich coco smell. I walk over to the window by the front door and sit in the plush baby pink chair across from my grandmother. Using it as a hand warmer, I cradle my mug and take small sips so I can make it last. I look out the window and see the cars passing by on Harrison, hearing the faint SHOOOOWSH as they pass by. Why my grandmother chose a house on Harrison Street I’ll never know but it’s ok because she has lived here for so long I can’t imagine her living anywhere else. As usual we sit in our chairs and she tells me stories and memories of my late grandfather and other members of our crazy, eccentric family as I drink my hot chocolate and she drinks her coffee.