My friends like to joke that I'm "Miss America", not because I have pageant potential, but because I almost exclusively wear the colors red, white, and blue. Whether its blue or red pairs of scuffed Converse or cowboy boots with bright teal detailing, Levi jean shorts with a rhinestone-studded brown leather belt, or tight white tank tops, my look resembles the stars and stripes nearly every day of the week. It might not seem like anything outrageous, but rhinestone-studded anything turns heads in my little suburban town.
Though my uniform is unintentionally patriotic, as soon as I saw the the title of the opening track "all-american b*tch" I knew the song, the whole GUTS album in fact, was for me. "I don't get angry when I'm pissed, I'm the eternal optimist, I scream inside to deal with it" was the lyric that lodged itself in my mind, a textbook example of feeling like someone had read your diary and wrote a song using it. This lyric lands right before the height of the track, where Rodrigo breaks out of the melody into screams that she seemed to be holding back the whole song. This lyric stood out to me because as a teenage girl I’ve always felt an expectation, both overt and unspoken, to be “pleasant”, to hold my emotions in, and hold my tongue.
Growing up, I have felt an increasing pressure to always look my best, to be the pure and innocent “girl-next-door”, to do what I am told. Essentially, to be what people want to see. This standard isn’t exclusive to me either, it is unfortunately a weight that many, if not most young women have on their shoulders. But it's an impossible standard to uphold, because as Jane Austen says in her novel Little Women, “Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they've got ambition, and they've got talent, as well as just beauty.” This expectation for girls to be seen and not heard is not only outdated, but dangerous for our mental health. Time and time again I have found myself repressing my feelings until I reach my absolute breaking point, often ending in an outburst that could have been avoided. Rodrigo perfectly captures this situation both musically and lyrically in “all-american b*tch”, and each time I listen to it I feel a sense of cathartic release.
This song teaches me to dig deep and to express myself fully, in a way that is both healthy and creative. As a songwriter myself, I find it therapeutic to express my frustration through verse, just as Rodrigo does. Her work has inspired me to continue to not write music that is authentic to who I am, but to speak up for myself and know that I am not destined to be a wallflower, rather a force of nature to be reckoned with. Rodrigo’s honesty is refreshing, providing a perspective that many girls relate to, but might not have the courage to say themselves, precisely because they “scream inside to deal with it”.
Olivia Rodrigo’s song captures the experience of being a young woman in a world that expects effortless perfection, lending her powerful vocals to represent those who are voiceless. Through my own music, I aspire to encourage others as Rodrigo has encouraged me, to find positive outlets for expression and to be absolutely, fearlessly authentic. Sometimes all it is, all it takes, is a rhinestone-studded belt in your hometown.