April 2010
“I am a woman going mad. I am a woman hallucinating. I imagine I am huge, raw, a giant. When I am a giant I go out with my sleeves rolled up and my skirts swirling round me like a whirlpool. I have a sack such as kittens are drowned in and I stop off all over the world filling it up. Men shoot at me, but I take the bullets out of my cleavage and I chew them up. Then I laugh and laugh and break their guns between my fingers the way you would a wish-bone.”
—From Sexing the Cherry, by Jeanette Winterson (via literarypiano)
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Try Harder - Blood Red Shoes
Oh my! Oh look at how passé things are becoming
How we move things on
We change our hair dye, we change our footwear, we change ideas to fit what magazines say
Trying so hard, trying so hard, trying so hard to be listened to…
falling from cloud 9
Lift To Experience
Falling from Cloud 9 - Lift To Experience
Irrefutable proof that Christian (inspired) rock doesn’t all suck.
"UGH."
So it seems that talk of The New Niceness is somewhat overblown.
THANK FCK FOR THAT!
Carry on.
Sex Offender Week: Rivers Cuomo Messes You Up Forever →
theawl.com
YES. OH GOD YES.
THIS
And then, there is “Across the Sea,” wherein… oh, God. Oh, GOD.
“You are eighteen-year old girl who live in small city of Japan,” it starts. This is, by Cuomo’s own admission, a song about an actual letter—an actual girl. Pay attention to the age, because it’s going to be important later. Anyway, this girl likes Rivers Cuomo’s music, and she wants to know what his favorite foods and hobbies are. Which, of course, Rivers Cuomo takes to mean that she wants to know what it is like to ride the Rivers Cuomo Train to Pleasure-Town, Population: Rivers Cuomo.
… The question of how much of this is a twenty-six year old man slobbering over a teenager, and how much of it is some weird white dude wanting to bone a Japanese chick (so fragile, and cute, and childlike! Like a little doll) so he can Get In Touch With Her Culture is tricky; it’s probably both. But remember how she’s eighteen, in the song’s first line? Just sort of Barely Legal, as they say? Well: Apparently, in the mind of Rivers Cuomo, she was (at least some of the time) a lot younger than that.
“When I got the letter, I fell in love with her. It was such a great letter,” Rivers Cuomo is on Wikipedia’d record as saying. But, also: “Even if I did see her, she was probably some fourteen-year-old girl, who didn’t speak English.”
The question of how you can find someone’s letter “great,” and also question their ability to use the language in which the letter is written, can maybe be put aside. (NO IT CAN’T! HE LIKES HER BECAUSE HE THINKS SHE CAN’T TALK BACK! AIIEEE!) The fact is, we are all reasonable adults here, and we are all comfortable and non-judgmental with regard to each others’ adult sexualities, and we are all able to separate the artist from his work. We are all able to separate the artist from his work, even when the artist is on record as not separating himself from this specific song or album at all, and basing it on his very own thoughts, feelings, and experiences more or less directly. And, as reasonable, sophisticated adults who are beyond parochial moral judgments, we all know that there is a perfectly reasonable, appropriate, adult response to a dude admitting in public that he is so sexually preoccupied with a strange lady that he licks things she’s touched and visualizes her masturbating, while also seriously entertaining the possibility that she is a tween. And that response is:
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.
GOD.
EEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUWWWWW.
Pinkerton is why I just never understood how any self-respecting girl could be into Weezer. It is CREEPY you guyz.
Oh and when a dude tells me he relates to it, well… *slowly backs off and walks away*
Basically, Sady NAILS IT.
