hey you, I don't like your boyfriend
My friends did this--
--mostly as a joke, though like most great jokes, it has more than a kernel of truth to it.
Now, in a delightful turn of events, Jazz Boyfriends (and Girlfriends) everywhere are getting red-assed about it on YouTube and Buzzfeed. Apparently, they have missed the tremendous hint extant in the name of the band. Even Jezebel and NPR have picked it up.
I've always had mixed feelings about the virtues of infamy, but this is delightful. Watching jazz afficionados melt down is uniquely amusing, especially the serious, barbed criticisms of the music that's cracking wise at their expense. It's a classic example of people believing expertise cancels out privilege.* Sorry, no.
(For the record, I don't mind jazz music. I like old standards especially. But have you fucking met these Jazz Boyfriends? This is just another reason not to like them. Their hurt sustains me.)
*I am guilty of this very often, but I have gotten some better at keeping my big mouth shut.
Click to view--mostly as a joke, though like most great jokes, it has more than a kernel of truth to it.
Now, in a delightful turn of events, Jazz Boyfriends (and Girlfriends) everywhere are getting red-assed about it on YouTube and Buzzfeed. Apparently, they have missed the tremendous hint extant in the name of the band. Even Jezebel and NPR have picked it up.
I've always had mixed feelings about the virtues of infamy, but this is delightful. Watching jazz afficionados melt down is uniquely amusing, especially the serious, barbed criticisms of the music that's cracking wise at their expense. It's a classic example of people believing expertise cancels out privilege.* Sorry, no.
(For the record, I don't mind jazz music. I like old standards especially. But have you fucking met these Jazz Boyfriends? This is just another reason not to like them. Their hurt sustains me.)
*I am guilty of this very often, but I have gotten some better at keeping my big mouth shut.