<p>Sabrina Carpenter’s&nbsp;<em>Man’s Best Friend&nbsp;</em>may masquerade as a cheeky, sex-positive pop record, but at its heart it’s a satire of the very systems that try to leash women in the first place.</p><p>The title itself flips a cliché&nbsp;&nbsp;- the idea of “man’s best friend”, the obedient, loyal and needy pet - and instead offers an album where being tied to a leash is the last thing on the agenda.</p><p>Carpenter sharpens her tongue against man-children, weaponises desire as agency, and spins breakup venom into something triumphant.</p><p>This is an artist who refuses to roll over for the industrys expectations, or for men who want her short n sweet.</p><p>It’s a reminder: patriarchy only thrives when women play nice and Carpenter refuses to heel.</p>
