Iโve seen several people talking about how it makes them feel weird that Dog Years, a song that is explicitly about suicidal ideation, is something Halsey performs as a sexy song, and while thatโs completely fair, I personally think the performance style fits the song really well, even if itโs uncomfortable? (In fact, I think the discomfort is a purposeful, important element of the whole song)
Discussion of suicidal ideation and sex as a unenthusiastic performance below the cut
The first time I heard Dog Years I called it โevil petplayโ when explaining it to my friends because that imagery seems so deliberate. Halseyโs voice is getting all husky and low as they croon about what a good dog theyโve been and how they like a tight leash, and especially given their known love of/interest in kink, that takes your mind to a very specific and imo intentional place. But they turn it on its head โ if theyโre going to be a dog, then theyโre an old, tired, weak, sickly one and they want to be put out of their misery and euthanized like you would any pet in that state, and that is very not sexy. Itโs a visceral image that can be quite upsetting and uncomfortable, all the more so when paired with the very sexually charged chorus. It makes that chorus feel like more of a reluctant performance โ she doesnโt feel sexy, sheโs not in the mood, but itโs whatโs expected of her and so sheโs going along with it and hey, if sheโs a good girl maybe sheโll get lucky and theyโll put her down. โIโm not here, Iโm somewhere elseโ โ theyโre going through the motions of the performance and playing along with whatโs expected of them but their heart is not in it, and they feel nothing towards it.
And I feel like that plays into the entire theme of The Great Impersonator as a whole? The whole idea of the expected performance and what that experience does to a person: going through the motions because youโre an entertainer and your job is to entertain and put on a show, but the whole time youโre in the darkest place youโve ever been both physically and mentally, so sick that you truly expect you arenโt going to survive it. But you still have to do the show, you still have to make it look good, you still have to be appealing to the crowd, and so you have to play the good girl who loves her tight leash because thatโs fun and sexy, and the rest of it is something you keep to yourself because people donโt want to hear about that.
I really like the staging of Dog Years on the FMLT tour for that reason. There is something so visceral about Halsey sitting in sexy leather lingerie while literally chained to the stage singing about how much they want someone to just kill them. Sure, itโs sexy, but she is stuck there performing for you, even as sheโs voicing some of the darkest thoughts a person can have about themselves. How does that make you feel? Is it hot? Are you enjoying it? Should you be? That just fits the vibe I get from that song so well.
Of course, I could be fully misreading and Halsey could have had completely different intentions for this song, but thatโs just how Iโve seen it?
dog years is about getting fucked, bound, beaten, and gagged by a sadist dom/domme of a God. And begging, pleading, with all your might that it will stop if you just behave. And if it doesnโt stop, at least just let me die. dog years is about being leashed to the stairwell, trapped in the house. Lighting up at the sound of the door knob jingling, hoping your Terrible Master has finally arrived home with a smile for the first time in years to ask you โwanna go for a ride in the caaaaaaar?!โ but he doesnโt. He tightens the leash. youโve done everything right and youโve behaved yourself. Sat when told. Ignored the mailmen. Down girl. But it doesnโt matter. Youโre gonna waste away on the stairwell. Youโre gonna dream about the โfarmโ where youโve heard the other dogs get to go when their Owner God doesnโt want them anymore. The fun place. You donโt care if itโs a really just a bullet in the head. Your keeper is wicked and your body is oppressing you, you didnโt ask to be kept. You used to be the sort of person who would fuck and fight and kick to your death. But youโre going to meet it like a scared and submissive animal. Eat the chocolate from the hand of your killer and wag your tail. Youโre nothing.
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