Once upon a time, my mother asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Without the slightest hesitation I replied: “Rock star princess.” Over twenty-five years later, this is as true as ever. I am a pop star in waiting. I know it. I don’t make music or anything but I have no doubt that my mad skills are going to be discovered and I’ll be rocket launched to international, booty-shaking fame at breakneck speed. It’s only a matter of time before I shake up the whole industry – breaking barriers, sales records, and so on and so forth.

When it does happen, I will be prepared for the inevitable comparisons to Beyoncé. It might be hard to repeatedly act surprised and genuinely humble but I’m anticipating it and practice my reaction all of the time. “That is such an honor,” I will say, “I just hope that Beyoncé doesn’t mind.” This will start at the very onset of my career because my first music video is going to feature an epic single take dance sequence à la “Single Ladies”.

“Damn,” someone somewhere will say, “that girl can dance.”

At least, that was what I thought was going to happen until Swedish superstar Robyn stole my motherfucking potential/probable/highly likely thunder with her awesome moves in the video for “Call Your Girlfriend” from her album “Body Talk”. Someone on NPR told me that this was the best album of the year back in December 2010 but I didn’t get around to jamming to it until this video blew my mind in June 2011.

A lesser potential pop princess would hate on Robyn but if there is anything that the Swedish Invasion of late has taught me, it is that… um… Swedish people are fucking awesome. (See Lykke Li, Miike Snow, plus Peter Bjorn and John, among others.) Instead, I will admit the truth: I wish I made this.

Sometimes I see/read something I love and think: “Why not me? Why didn’t I make this?!” It’s a different level of appreciation. “Single Ladies” blew my mind but it was so out of left field, totally unforeseen. But “Call Your Girlfriend” – it hit a little too close to my outrageous daydreams. It’s a sort of happy envy but I wouldn’t be lying if I said that it isn’t bittersweet. Well danced Robyn, well danced.

See the perfection for yourself... and love it.