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.
Baggage Claim, Miranda Lambert
you should call your mom. three more days!
“…This will not matter, because her parents work in finance, and she has good manners, and she’s going to marry up, and she’s going to get into the movies (not just guest appearances in CSI), and she’s going to launch some clothing lines at Target (no, wait, I think she already did that), and a personal fragrance (I think she did that too), and parlay all her bad press into some self-serious complaints, making good on every opportunity to monetize her career at the expense of making actual art.”
Here’s the kind of thing a music critic seriously writes when bashing Taylor Swift. This is just after he writes that he doesn’t “get” or “like” her “over-produced” music and what he calls “apparently honest” lyrics.
this is amazing. this is by rick moody, who grew up in darien, connecticut and went to a fancy prep school and then to an ivy league college and is probably better known for his 1994-novel-turned-1997-movie the ice storm than for anything else.
he also says, “look, i normally only write about things i like, things i care about, but i can’t stop myself here. taylor swift represents what makes me want to die about popular music. she makes me want to die.”
i normally only write about things i like, too, which includes writing that taylor swift makes rick moody want to die, just like beyonce made some guy hate america. this is so gratifying, even if it’s boring. whenever a male critic says something like “there is nothing in this music that does anything new besides fusing together a mandolin with a programmed drum track” at least i know that something important is happening.
Nicki Minaj, Cassie - The Boys (Explicit) (by NickiMinajAtVEVO)
you get high, fuck a bunch of girls/ and then cry, on top of the world/i hope you had the time of your life/ i hope i don’t lose it tonight
the boys always spending all their money on love/ They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, clone it, own it, yeah yeah/ dollar dollar, paper, chase it, get that money, yeah yeah
this is the most modern song.
tonight’s panel of white men talking about the internet was an exercise in masculine melancholy: sadness over surveillance; the lament that “google just gives you access to your own shit…it just gives you you”; obituaries for the undone histories of the web.
finally the girl sitting next to me—who was also wearing a hello kitty sweatshirt, a plaid kilt, and a headband with a bow—raised her hand and accused the group of talking only about “the internet they remember, not the internet as it is now.” “i don’t know how old you are, but i can guess,” she added. she said that maybe the reason scholars aren’t doing histories of the internet is because internet users are already doing new forms of historiography. i was beaming the whole time, and then she got to the part about how we should be talking about the internet in terms of magic and ritual: “i love guy debord, but come on.”
“institutional reality is 20 or 30 or 40 years behind,” said one man, defensively. and then: “if you critique the institutional arrangement you will not be rewarded for it.”
the girl spent the rest of the time typing on her computer, talking under her breath, and rattling a plastic bag. after everyone clapped and stood up for drinks she walked right up to the panelists and started talking again. i wanted to wait until she was finished with them so i could congratulate her, but she didn’t appear close, and i was really ready to get out of there.
audre lorde, “age, race and sex: women redefining difference” (via grrrlstudies)
all i will say about any of this is that i believe making a post on the internet is not necessarily an invitation to dialogue. i guess “why not write it in your journal” but this is sometimes just the place i use for that. i think you feel that too.
i do feel that, and i also think placing value on our contributions to cyberspace and assigning “this is productive”/”this isn’t productive” isn’t fair because who defines productiveness/the value of participation and why—in my experience with talking to men, a lot of them like to put restrictions on how to communicate, and i don’t like that. if i had a dime for every time i’ve heard “well, i thought we were having a civil discussion but i guess not” when they were obviously antagonizing me or prying into sensitive material that i obviously didn’t want to talk about….*
that’s not to say there’s not a difference between being accountable for what you say and not intentionally creating a dialogue, because there is, and that distinction is important
*would also gleefully murder every “devil’s advocate”
this can’t stay in my drafts folder.
anna and i tag-teamed on this important motto.
–Silvia Federici, Wages Against Housework, 1974 (quoted in Human Strike Within The Field Of The Libidinal Economy)
Okay, buying this today.