my determined non-thoughts on lana del rey

i was only half-listening to you guys about lana del rey because i only half-listen to everything, it’s my method, and maybe yours, too. and i saw that my ex-boyfriend wrote something about her, because one of you posted it on tumblr; i’m not linking to it because i’m not looking for it, i was serious about not hate reading, i don’t even read the times anymore, ostensibly because he writes for it, but that’s a lie, i actually already didn’t read the times, and now i have a really good excuse not to, because if i say i don’t read the times, who won’t believe i’m just too traumatized? which is all a long way of saying i have no idea what he said, or what any of you have said, except i know that mikki and rgr maybe-approve, even if i don’t know exactly why, but i am sure they are exactly right, because i feel more strongly about this than i felt about early early gaga or ke$ha (who is kinda fucking brilliant but maybe racist i don’t know what the end of that story was). like, this is some actual next level shit, like it’s so smart it’s 3 chapters. plus it reminds me of jenny holzer so it’s like half a dissertation right there. what i’m saying is that this is the epitome of feminist boredom, which is really really real and in our bodies. this is everything about everything and i mean that more than i meant it last time.