Maybe it's that I don't see the irony in it, at all. Not even that Americana, certainly not enough to be kitschy. I dunno, I have a similar reaction to her that I do to like, Lady Gaga--but that dissipates somewhat when somebody explains to me what the camp is all about (I don't really 'get' camp, I guess--and the somewhat is b/c it doesn't dissipate for all the stuff she treats as downright meaningless, like Latin American military imagery). It makes me uncomfortable in a sort of clash-y, something-isn't-right-here way. but i don't know what the something is. maybe it's that the image seems all at once sexually suggestive, childish, assertive, girly, prim, all-american but generic, intense but totally blank. It's toying with me and then saying no (clearly I don't go in for femdom?). It's telling me it hates me while it pretends to sip its pink milkshake. Am I supposed to respect that? Respect the anger and the girliness? Am I supposed to sit back and take it? Am I supposed to compete in the stare-down? Am I supposed to break the stare and pin her against a wall? I dunno, man. But it seems like the one thing I'm not supposed to do is understand.

Well, that's how my reactions were, in any case. The longer I sit and stare at your icon, the more uncertain I become. Lol.