1. —ronan farrow on miley cyrus in the february issue of w 

  2. lepidoptrix:



    Just for reference,  this interview is the source of my two favorite taylor swift gifs and also the source of the most succinct dismissal of John Mayer’s man-feelings in history

    it’s really stupid that middle-aged dude music reviewers like to claim taylor swift does not capture what it’s like to be a young woman when she has so succinctly summarized my experience and feelings on concerned emails

    “oh come on.”

    perfect snotty princess/eyeroll queen

    i just put those on my tumblr. 

    (via scabapple)

  3. (Source: weheartit.com, via scabapple)

  4. malarky-shenanigans:

    today was a perfect beach day with a perfect sky.

  5. fannylemon:

    I thought I wanted to talk about this episode of Laguna Beach  (“The Bonfire,” for archival purposes, or whatever) in which Jessica and Kristin make dinner for their unappreciative boyfriends (not that the girls even care about how poorly their efforts are received because lol dumb boys, whatever, we got better, blonder ones to play with, anyway. ps: THIS IS WHY KRISTIN IS MORE FUN THAT LAUREN, Y’ALL. She’s such a little baby misandrist with the messy grown-out roots and the perma-visible bras and the glorious poledancing in a denim skirt in Mexico to piss of her shitty boyfriend and the overt indifference to any feelings that aren’t hers, plus THE CHOKER. SHE WAS A COULD-BE FEMINIST TEEN DREAM BEYOND HER TIME! WERE THIS GIRL SIXTEEN IN 2012 SHE’D BE A HEARTBREAKER CYBER PRINCESS POSTING ALMOST NUDES IN BETWEEN FOUCAULT QUOTES AND NEAR-POETIC RANTS ABOUT HOW DUMB EVERYONE IS, I’M TELLING YOU*) but it turns out I really just wanted to post this and let it speak for itself.

    *theory in progress? but teenage Kristin Cavallari really is what we should all aspire to be.

    hahahahahahahaha. (“perma-visible bras”! this is such a good picture.)

    (Source: tandess)


  6. rgr-pop:

    I. Because this song is straight-up about teen sex, which is great:

    I feel delirious, come let’s get out of here
    we’re so anonymous but it’s all coming clear

    II. Because wat.png:

    we’re headed for the sky,
    and we’ll get lost in it

    III. Because unrelenting narcissism and unapology forever:

    all I want, all I want, all I want is everything

    IV. Because there is seriously someone being paid to pen these lyrics, and it’s not even Victoria Justice:

    all I want is everything
    yes everything

    V. Because hyperconsumption:

    too much is not enough

    VI. Because teen sex, again:

    as long as it feels right, at least we know that we’re alive
    all I want is everything yes everything
    we don’t ever stop, let’s watch the sun come up

    VII. Because there is a God, and he looks like this:

    we’ll sleep when we’re dead ‘cause
    halfway kinda sucks

    VIII. And because wat.png x infinity, are these even lyrics:

    it’s me and you, me and you no matter what
    whoa oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh

    i cannot get out of this bed, i have to get out of this bed, i need a manicure and i also need a keratin treatment and i wonder if i can get them for free or if i am finally too academic for that and i cannot bear to put on rain boots for two days in a row and i think i am just going to have to wear heels in the rain and i am into rgr’s passion for this song and video (this has definitely been posted before or else how would i know about it because tumblr is my main news source) and “halfway kinda sucks” is a good line and this is an inspiration post. 


  7. committing to my phd

    today i got into the cultural studies association conference (presenting on tumblr, obvs), had my review of nyu’s ellen willis conference published in the journal of popular music studies, and had my essay on the readykeulous angry letters exhibit published in women & performance. the second essay is in the ampersand section, which i curated, and which has a really great piece by kathe burkhart on the influence of helene cixous on visual art and some of my favorite selections from joon lee’s lipstickeater

    this probably sounds like #feministnarcissism, or even #pride but it isn’t. (i would fully admit it if it was and, like, take a picture of myself to underscore the point.) this is serendipitous timing and reminding myself, as i go back to new york, about what’s up. it’s kind of like in stealing home (omg that movie is so good i used to own it) when jody foster is like “you’re a ballplayer, that’s who you are” to mark whatever his name is except i’m doing it for myself although, now that i think of it, there was that great and important time, probably back in 2007 before i even knew i was going back to school, that joon referred to us as "grunge academics" and did it for me. 


  8. super random bonus track

    i was hungover the morning we were supposed to meet with charles aaron, who worked at sassy and spin in the 90s, but marisa and i did all of our interviews together, and so i dragged myself to his office on park avenue. thank god. it was by far one of the best interviews we did. charles just talked at us for, like, two hours, and dudes talking at me is normally the kind of thing that makes me batty, but he was totally weird, and weird is my weakness in almost all situations.

    he was just riffing and at one point he told us, basically, that life sucks, and that at some point you realize that maybe you’ll get to do something cool every few years. i would have said wow, bummer, if there had been a pause. it wasn’t until a year or two later that i thought, wow, optimistic. because, like, what more can you ask for? if you get to do something really cool, or sorta cool, every few years—i mean, that’s pretty great. that’s something to look forward to. oh, i don’t know, i’m not that patient.  

    charles, however, must be, and this is my favorite part of the story. we were doing this interview in what, to me, and my post-conde-nast sensibility, was a noticeably tiny office. and there was some sort of magazine insurrection soon after and the new boss moved two more people into the office with him. and if you have a tiny office and your new boss moves two more people into it, he wants you to quit. instead, charles just shared his office. i think maybe it took a few years, but there was another insurrection, and now he is in charge. 

    maybe this story is urban media legend or maybe i made it up and it probably has more to say about me than about him. but the idea of just waiting people out? maybe for years? like, just waiting and waiting and having your very presence be the ultimate fuck you? just doing your thing and laughing on the inside? refusing to disappear—or, even better, refusing to care—is the best and most hilarious kind of, um, vengeance.