via natashavc:

Just a note, I don’t think this is some feminist parable at all: (a woman being put up for auction against her will, seducing her captor, and then setting him a blaze with white-hot lady cave of righteousness).

I think it’s pretty honest representation of what some (qualified, obvs) women fantasize about, the fetish outfits, the domination, the wreckless abandon of naked dancin’, it’s all just “dance, fuck, love, burn out (LITERALLY, BURNING BED), cry, fuck again, marry me?, dance, no I won’t meet you for lunch cause we were never friends.”

I want your ugly
I want your disease

I want your love

I want your drama 
The touch of your hand 
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand

It’s more on the Secretary scene than some Nth wave feminism empowerment track. Either way, I like that it makes boy bloggers squirm.

AND THAT’S OK!!! <3

This is all I have to add: “Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah /Roma-roma-mama / Ga-ga-ooh-la-la / Want your bad romance”