Dispatches
I Don’t Wanna
This song wouldn't leave me alone, especially since I'm an introvert who prefers not to be asked to do too many things. I wanted to try refusal as an art form, with snacks optional.
"I Don't Wanna" is an alt-pop song with claws: loud, petty, defiant, and self-righteous in all the right places. It's not background music. This song is a glitter bomb full of side-eye and steel. If you've ever been pressured to say, "Yes" when every cell in your body screamed, "No," this is your song.
This woman lets her refusals stack up like Jenga pieces; each of her refusals is more ridiculous and sharp than the last: no brunches, no iguanas, no crystal feathers or craft cabanas. Then, she dissolves into pure chaos and swagger: ghosting therapists, dodging Uber drivers, and using her eyeliner as her war paint. The choruses are rallying cries to be shouted, whether you're in a sweaty crowd or alone in your car with the windows down.
Musically, "I Don't Wanna" goes wherever it pleases. It's alt-pop with flashes of humor, a streak of chaos, and a wink toward comedy-pop anthems. It's catchy enough to stick in your head, but spiky enough to never feel tame, and it keeps its claws and teeth.
At its core, though, the song isn't about jokes. It's about setting boundaries and learning to say no without needing to apologize. Saying it's OK to choose snacks over social obligations, chaos over politeness, and freedom over guilt. So, turn it up if you want to, laugh a little, and maybe shout along. You're allowed to say no. Filed under: snacks, spite, and refusal in your personal tone and zone. Don’t wear a floral jump suit unless you want to.