I would not advise you to hold your breath for updates.
Unambiguously pleased that I started watching WWE again. They have a bearded, vegan heel now! Amazing.
From the ouside, the journey of the LDR fan seems to have some parallels to that of the Star Wars fan. There’s the heady days of last Summer; “Video Games” must have felt like seeing the original trilogy. “This cultural thing gets me. I’m going to talk about it with my friends…a lot. I’m going to defend it against people who don’t get it.” Then comes the prequels (SNL) and the prequels are obviously bad. They last forever. That one friend you brought to the midnight screening is like, “whuuuut? is? this?” The trade embargo (or whatever) plotline is awful and the dialogue is so stilted you start to wonder, “was the original stuff bad, but just arrived at the right time?”
But I have good news, LDR fans who may be feeling aesthetic stress. Take a cue from the Star Wars fan; remeber it doesn’t matter. Star Wars has terrible dialogue and a host of other problems and I love it. I even think the prequels have good things to be said about them like the new John Williams music and the last lightsaber battle between Anakin and Obi-Wan Kenobi. Though, I will say, even as a person who wouldn’t listen to LDR with your mom’s ears, the misogyny is either too predictable to be disappointing or disappointingly predictable.
cureforbedbugs:
YOU GUYS ACT LIKE YOU WERE NEVER TOTALLY WAY INTO 90’S LOUNGE A LITTLE TOO LATE FOR IT TO BE EVEN REMOTELY COOL. (Aka you were not born between 1983 and 1986.) This is the kind of album I would have been thrilled to have bought without knowing anything about it in like 2002.
Thanks, tumblr, for helping me examine my meh-ness on theis particular topic. I never had patience for that whole genre, pretty much only being able to stand Tricky’s Maxinque and Pre-Millenium Tension. Anyway…meh. You know what I miss, if we’re going to ressurect the 90s? Rave flyers. Not raves, but just the flyers. Many of them were quite pretty.
That moment when you realize that your DVR can’t record WWE Raw, RuPaul’s Drag Race, and Hoarders at the same time.
Whether it ends up being Gingrich, Romney, or naturalized zombie Winston Churchill it does not bode well for the customary late Summer political “silly season” that the press is already in ridiculous mode. That said, I really hope Team Obama releases a more detailed statement about the Jan Brewer thing, so they can stop quoting her and ther cromulent use of the word “cordial.”
Last night at guitar school, when I offered to teach a woman how to play a U2 song (she only knew D, A, E, and G. If there were some sort of USDA listing of the ingredients of their discography, it would be a good 55-60% D, A, and E), and she 1) made it plain that she’d prefer a guy and 2) said that she didn’t want to learn anything by U2 and wanted to learn something good, like Taylor Swift, I was fiiled with unsisterly feelings and thoughts, not the least of which was/is good luck playing F with your sparkle glitter nail polish, lamestain (I went to highschool in the 90s). I know I’ve broken several rules of poptimism and feminism, but it feels good to get it off of my chest. (But seriously, “Is there TAB for Ave Maria by Beyonce?” why does this woman-child even want to learn an instrument!?)