Bad Girl of Pop

Thank goodness for Rita Ora. In the age of virtue-signaling, therapy and anxious swots, Ora’s swashbuckling sexuality stands out.

As child I wanted to be a Bad Girl; in my teens, I sought singing pole-stars. Though Suzi Quatro romping around in a leather catsuit seemed promising, it soon transpired that she had the morals of my mother while singing songs such as ‘Your Mama Won’t Like Me.’ But soon came the golden age of the pop Bad Girl; Debbie Harry and Chrissie Hynde emerging in 1979 to be followed and lapped by Madonna, the most blatant one yet (‘Bad girl, drunk by six/Kissing some kind stranger's lips’) of whom I wrote: ‘We, the public, are often stalked by stars. I've never to my knowledge shown Madonna my vagina, but she's certainly shown me - and countless other ...