It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Lizzo

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By Molly Braswell

I’m wholeheartedly thankful for grapes. They’re the delectable reason we can enjoy wine night with gal pals, and on the occasion that I might decide to snatch a few for snack time - it takes me back to the time I almost went to a Lizzo concert.

It’s a Monday,  there really isn’t anything else to eat that day. I’m also tired of eating pizza for breakfast. You catch my drift.

I split open the bag of the Californian grown sweets and begin to munch. A few moments spin by before an iMessage notification expands on my phone screen.

“You guys I am literally dead,” The first text from my hopefully alive friend, Claire, transmutes.

I cram another grape in my mouth and keep reading. “I got the Lizzo presale code and there’s already only single seats left.”

I suppose if I had been more surprised I would have choked on the fruit in my mouth. But, truth be told, I was halfway expecting it.  As the last person to catch onto anything remotely sensational in the pop culture scene, even I could detect Lizzo’s sparkling “sold out” essence. Most of all, it makes me wish I didn’t spend so much time as a teenie bopper admiring the frailty of Vogue runway models. A recent Twitter video features Lizzo happily showering, and she’s not shy about her assets.

My introduction to Lizzo came only a few months ago, around the time that “Juice” begins to take the world by storm. Her curvaceous femininity diffuses contagion into the room, no matter which medium she’s taking on. It’s loud, but not accusatory. Embracing, but not suffocating. Most importantly, she’s embarking into new territory to wave her banner for women to live in their natural forms, but with an added ingredient that other well intentioned artists have been missing: authentic joy. And it’s making all of us want to scream “yassssssss!” in the club.

It’s not that Lizzo isn’t dutifully aware of the pains that life can dish out (she’s been given generous servings of body shaming, among other tragedies). Rather, she seems to craftily interpret those experiences into 1980’s bouncing ponytails and satirical takes on bridal lingerie.  

It’s a kind of warmth that draws the viewer in, enhancing upon characteristics like pride and self love over the traditional break up rage or melancholy espoused in the music industry.

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Lizzo’s unique charm speaks to women with force and prowess, mostly because she understands that identity isn’t an easy mask to fit into.

While songs like “Juice” play upon the idea of women “with a little more to love”, Lizzo’s stage is overtly meant for everyone to share. And that’s saying something, since today’s millennials are comprised of 30% minority groups and a bold 8.2% percentage of LGBT millennials taking the statistical reins over past generations. Considering the emerging feminism of 2019, I can only imagine where this might take flight.

Any 21st century consumer cannot avoid the Female Icon’s pervasive influence of modern feminism. In the past, most have known feminism to be associated with a rigorous intellectual undertone, projecting names like the resolute Ruth Bader Ginsberg and soulful Oprah Winfrey, Lizzo ushers in a rhinestoned, multicolored feminism, emerging out of the aforementioned (slightly) rigid confines. And, while Beyonce has undoubtedly united all single (and married) ladies under middle fingers and invigorating ensembles in strappy heels, Lizzo openly admits that she isn’t another Beyonce, and with good reason. Lizzo marks herself as a queen in her own territory - and it’s a new wave of feminism, for everyone watching.  Beyond that, she’s something tangible and entirely approachable, somebody we can recognize in our own search for emboldenment.

In some ways, it’s of like the ripening of a grape. Fully grown, nobody’s holding that botanical berry back.