That’s Lindberg and singer Emily Kokal cuddling up for the camera. And more recently, from a Vogue photo feature at Coachella:
But, y’know, indie girls can wander Coachella in bikinis without getting called out in public for being slutty, hey? Or they can pose for photos like this, because they totally always just sit really close to one another and touch each other’s chests, because that’s what girls do, right?
I’m not calling out Warpaint for these pictures: no one should be shamed for what they wear, or don’t wear, or how they pose, or whatever else. But why is there a difference between Beyoncé wearing a bikini and Jenny Lee Lindberg doing the same?
It’s important to realize that race is a factor here. The sort of winsome Instagram sexuality that bands like Warpaint embody is one that is largely denied to black men and women, whose bodies have been hyper-sexualized in American culture for centuries. (And still are: read this piece by Bill Simmons about the loathsome Donald Sterling, wherein, among other things, a former LA Clippers player relates an anecdote about how “Sterling routinely brought people into their locker room after games, then could be plainly overheard ogling their ‘beautiful bodies’… like he was admiring race horses or something.”)
I’m not arguing that Warpaint are being actively racist with these comments — I’m not about to ascribe motivation to someone I’ve never met — but it’s important to realize that a lot of what they term “hyper-sexualization” is something that’s imposed onto artists like Rihanna and Beyoncé, not something that they create for themselves. It’s a double standard. It’s why someone like, say, the Dandy Warhols’ Zia McCabe can indulge her penchant for playing topless or pose naked and pregnant for Suicide Girls without getting called a slut. And it’s why Warpaint can wander around in the exact thing Beyoncé is wearing without thinking twice.
If Beyoncé and Rihanna choose to take ownership of this fact, and turn it to their advantage, then good luck to them. There are plenty of reasons to question the pop industry and the philosophies that Beyoncé, in particular, embodies: the crushing materialism, the idea of pop stars as avatars of some sort of unattainable aspirational perfectionism, the curious insistence that Jay Z is still a relevant rapper. But slut-shaming is not one of those reasons. Warpaint should apologize for these comments, and to their credit, they have. But still, they’re indicative of an attitude that’s far too prevalent in the music industry, and society as a whole.