I have this feeling constantly that I should be really embarrassed about my music taste. I listen to musicals, Billy Joel, A Great Big World, Ke$ha,and a lot of teeny bopper pop. And a lot of people will very quickly say to me that my musical taste is “bad.”
I find this snap judgement to be quite harsh, if I may be honest. Music is personal, it’s political, it’s the thing that comforts you when you’re miserable and lifts your spirits so they may soar. I am not one to judge others for their taste in media. As long as you’re critical of why it’s problematic, then you’re fine.
“All about you” is my latest obsession, by Hilary Duff. I know, it feels like it’s 2004 again. This song fills me with so much joy and happiness though. I have learned over the last couple years that I have to be unapologetic about who I am. I like trashy pop mixed in with musical theater. I really enjoy riding around town on a rainbow painted bicycle. I prefer to spend my evenings babysitting than out, and I genuinely enjoy it.
For a while there, I wasn’t being myself. I was being this culmination of what people wanted me to be. I had super long hair because I was told by someone they preferred it. I listened to pretentious indie rock with my friends under the guise of enjoyment. I read books I didn’t care all that much about.
It’s not just the matter of “being yourself.” It’s being yourself, and not apologizing for who you are.
That’s one of the lessons I’ve learned in the last year. Have you learned something you’d like to share? Let me know in comments!