I say gets real, but I should really say stays real. You might remember Tomato Gate from last year, where women in country were referred to as “the tomatoes of a salad” or an accessory that just goes on top and isn’t really necessary to the dish. Well, if you ask me, tomatoes and the toppings of a salad in general make it tasty. Without it, its just lettuce, which is great if you’re a bunny.
Maren goes on to write on Lenny Letter:
Life. Life is what I write about at the end of it all. The frustration I’ve had with the perspective of women in country music (who, until recently, were severely lacking in numbers) is that you either have to sing about being scorned by a lover or sing about thinking a boy is cute and wanting him to notice you. That’s about as edgy as you can get…
…Don’t be mistaken, I really do love where I am 99 percent of the time, but the other percent is me hitting a wall in certain interviews where the interviewer just wants to talk about some outfit I wore or my haircut.
This isn’t her first time addressing these issues, nor is she the first to do so. Hopefully her Grammy status, number one record, and most nominations in the format are a sign that things are moving forward. Slowly, but moving.