Song of the Day - Fiona Apple - Sleep to Dream
i told jon that my high school boyfriend and i had made plans to see tori amos right before he died; in all the years since the car accident i could never bring myself to see her. but i asked jon if he would go with me when she was in new york. he said “of course” or maybe “of course, baby.” then a few weeks later he excitedly informed me that he was going to new orleans with his friends that weekend. i gave him some sort of redbook-inspired “but i’m disappointed, i thought…” and he was like “we can go see tori amos in a different city” and “i can’t believe you want me to cancel a trip with my friends!” i never said that, i would never have said that, but i did say a lot of other things later that night when we broke up.
fiona apple tickets went on sale today and i didn’t even try to get them through ticketmaster—always a waste of time—i just went to stubhub like i had seen him do and paid the $200 that no grad student should be spending, and whatever, i’m not even going to worry about it. i am totally psyched. the first line of this song really says it all, doesn’t it? “i have never been so insulted in all my life” is pretty apt, too. i mean, i definitely haven’t been.
24 Feb 2012 / Reblogged from kiwilovesphotography with 21 notes / 90swoman humiliation feminist art history of tears
i was worried for about 5 minutes about how much money i spent on tickets at stubhub, and about how ticketmaster screws...
i told jon that my high school boyfriend and i had made plans to see tori amos right before he died; in all the years...