"What pisses me off is when I've got seven or eight record company fat pig men sitting there telling me what to wear"
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Rage is doing precision work here. O'Connor isn't just complaining about meddling executives; she's puncturing the whole machine that packages women in pop as product first, person second. The profanity lands like a door slam, refusing the polite language the industry expects from the people it profits off. Then she stacks the image: "seven or eight" is comically excessive, a boardroom swarm, not a conversation. They're not advisers, they're a chorus of authority.
"Record company fat pig men" is a deliberately ugly phrase with two blades. "Men" names the gendered power imbalance without euphemism. "Pig" indicts entitlement and greed. "Fat" isn't incidental either: it's a reversal of the industry's weaponized body scrutiny. The people who police her appearance are exempt from the standards they enforce. It's not a body-shaming throwaway so much as a class-and-power jab: the well-fed gatekeepers lecturing the artist about how to be sellable.
The real subtext is autonomy. "Telling me what to wear" is the soft entry point into a larger fight over ownership: of image, of narrative, of even the right to be difficult. In the late 80s and 90s, as MTV aesthetics hardened into corporate doctrine, wardrobe became a proxy for control. O'Connor, who repeatedly resisted commodification and paid for it in headlines and backlash, turns that proxy into a bright line. She frames their gaze as intrusion, and her anger as competence: an artist insisting that the work can't be separated from the body that makes it.
"Record company fat pig men" is a deliberately ugly phrase with two blades. "Men" names the gendered power imbalance without euphemism. "Pig" indicts entitlement and greed. "Fat" isn't incidental either: it's a reversal of the industry's weaponized body scrutiny. The people who police her appearance are exempt from the standards they enforce. It's not a body-shaming throwaway so much as a class-and-power jab: the well-fed gatekeepers lecturing the artist about how to be sellable.
The real subtext is autonomy. "Telling me what to wear" is the soft entry point into a larger fight over ownership: of image, of narrative, of even the right to be difficult. In the late 80s and 90s, as MTV aesthetics hardened into corporate doctrine, wardrobe became a proxy for control. O'Connor, who repeatedly resisted commodification and paid for it in headlines and backlash, turns that proxy into a bright line. She frames their gaze as intrusion, and her anger as competence: an artist insisting that the work can't be separated from the body that makes it.
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