Here is Lana Del Rey cause it’s a Lana Del Rey kind of morning.  I listened to one of her records, I have a lot of thoughts about her and image and superficiality and authenticity but i have already written about that.  A lot actually.  On this blog.  on other blogs.  Every celebrity is selling us an image of them, not themselves.  Those who we feel are particularly authentic or uniquely themselves are either just better at selling or authentic unique themness is just what they are selling.  This all sounds cynical and it is and lord knows I am not really a fan of the nihilistic there is no truth, nothing can be known freshman year intro to philosophy stuff.  It is not profound and it is intellectually lazy.  My point is just that Lana falls into this grouping that because she is more transparent about the image she is selling she is somehow seen as less honest.  It’s an interesting intellectual contradiction we engage in, where we are almost upset when someone doesn’t try hard enough to let us suspend disbelief.  So yes, she is selling an image but it’s a pleasant image.  And there is truth to be found in purposeful illusion.  Also, she’s just kind of sexy.  Anyway, I have been thinking about all of that but it’s nothing new because it’s basically what I always think about when I think about Lana Del Rey.  Which is a good thing, certainly not everyone makes me explore thoughts on reality and truth.  Today I want to fuck Lana Del Rey.