“…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.”
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.”
“Some of these music blogs could actually benefit from hiring people who REALLY understand the culture of R&B to write about R&B. Some of these music blogs could actually benefit from hiring people who REALLY understand the culture of hip hop to write about hip hop. Like you really should know about deep Brandy album cuts before you are giving a “grade” or a “score” to any R&B artist. And ivy league credentials don’t give you any insight on “grading” a rapper’s body of work…when you’ve had no access to the REAL culture. There are SO many gifted writers who truly understand. Who didn’t get hip to R&B & Hip-Hop via the crossover artist of their childhood. Just hire them please, so you can stop insulting peeps’ knowledge. So you can stop acting like it just popped off last year for R&B. Like it just got interesting and experimental. So you can stop praising every rapper who raps over a trap beat, but can’t form literate sentences and then you market it as some hip shit. And that wasn’t a rant. It was an observation and a request.”
Please school these children Solange. (This was taken from tweets that she shared this morning.) I cannot think of anything more irritating and reprehensible than having cultural writers write about something they know little of, and having some abstractly-related degrees as “proof” of their qualifications. And to be clear, no shade on formal education. I have 3 college degrees. The point is, having them does not make me an expert on something as intricate as Black music MORE than the experience of listening, studying and embracing (and for some people, creating) said music LONG before said music reaches the final stage of the cycle of cultural appropriation when (primarily White) people deem it “acceptable” and “mainstream.”
“…he won’t stop talking about how tired he is. then he is letting me know that part of why he is tired is bc he had to take care of me last weekend when i had the seizure. let me note that he only had to take care of me for ONE NIGHT and that, honestly, i could have died…[then] he starts yelling at me, telling me im selfish, telling me i am not thankful for last weekend…”
This makes me so sad to remember. “I don’t think I’m being selfish.”
“The more I watch this show, the more I try to unravel the points of association between the male characters. Pretty Little Liars is at its core about four teenage girls who are best friends, no matter how much their other relationships get in the way. For us as viewers, all character interiority belongs to these girls, as does our attendant empathy. The men are in many ways marginal characters — appendages to the female networking at the heart of this mystery. The men rarely interact. Or, at least, we rarely see them interact. That’s what makes them so inhumane, so horrifying. Each time a liar tells her boyfriend a secret, it’s akin to seeing a girl strip a layer of clothing in any classic horror film. You want to reach through the screen and tell her to stop — that she’s showing too much skin.”