Once upon a time in a land very close by, an artist not formerly known as princess, felt a combative stirring in her heart.
A catchy ditty about a predatory woman made the airwaves throb. Appalled, she caught herself inadvertently bopping her head, singing along, tapping her feet, and swerving her hips.
A battle raged within. How could she possibly enjoy Maneater when ideologically, the lyrics bugged her?
She had to talk back.
And so she did.
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