true confessions
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!?)
