… I dug my key into the sideWhenever I hear those lyrics, the same sequence of thoughts goes through my mind:
of his pretty little souped-up 4-wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats.
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires...
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats.
1. This girl’s a psycho.
2. And not very smart, either. She carved her own name into his leather seats? That’s like signing the crime scene. She might as well just turn herself in to the police.
3. Wait a minute… maybe there’s some kind of signaling game going on here. By signing her name, she publicly declares her willingness to face criminal charges just for the sake imposing revenge on a cheater. She thereby signals that she’s the type of woman who really intensely dislikes cheating, as opposed to all those women who dislike cheating but still tolerate it. Someone who didn't care as much wouldn’t be willing to incur the legal cost of sending the same signal.
4. Notwithstanding the singer’s veneer of altruism for other women (“I might’ve saved a little trouble for the next girl…”), the same signal might serve as a warning to other women to back off her man. The deliberate act of property destruction is thus a species of strategic tort. Still, whenever I start thinking about the signals sent by this act, I can’t help but return to the one signal that drowns out all the others…
5. This girl’s a psycho.