only fools rush in
so this afternoon i was gallavanting around downtown buffalo and this disgusting older middle aged man shouted from his car, "hey honey! you're looking very very beautiful! except for your ears." which made me laugh really hard. and i actually took it as more of a compliment than i think most people would, because i've always kind of enjoyed my ears, even if he doesn't. i think they're kind of elvish. so that was nice.
this is long overdue, but after hearing "intuition" about 10927983274 times on the radio today, i need to write about jewel. she makes me so sad. before this weird makeover of hers i really felt that she was one of very few popular musicians who believed in what she was doing. yeah, so her music was definitely eye-roll inducing ("excuse me, i feel like i've mistaken you for somebooodyy else! somebody who gives a daaa-haammmn somebody mooore like myself!"), and sometimes she even made some grave, grave errors ("they say you're a jeeeewwwwwwwww. you'll never wear that funny hat again!") but i think she was actually really earnest about it. it would be one thing if i thought she were being self-aware about this whole sell-out thing, like if she knew what she was doing and just playing the system for cash. but i honestly think she has no idea. i read some interview that i think was attempting to portray her as somebody who wasn't into the whole popstar scene. they would ask her about the kind of stuff she was doing in LA, and she was just kind of like "oh, umm.. i don't know. i'm sure i've done something. i guess." she sounded more scared and confused than anything else. now i'm not knocking shallow pop stars. i think that they serve a certain cultural purpose, and that's fine. there's nothing depressing about britney spears, because she needs the system to make anything of herself at all, because in reality she's got nothing going for her. it's just sad to me when a genuine talent is stupid and weak enough to let themselves get taken advantage of.
so of all of the books that i wanted to read this summer, guess what i'm reading? the three musketeers. opa, justin's grandfather, gave it to me. he likes to talk to me about books because i don't think he really knows anybody else who reads, and he never even really gets to talk to anybody at all because his wife is so overbearing and never lets him get a word in edgewise. and you know what? so far it's a wonderful book. it reminds me of the stuff i used to read when i was a kid.
this is long overdue, but after hearing "intuition" about 10927983274 times on the radio today, i need to write about jewel. she makes me so sad. before this weird makeover of hers i really felt that she was one of very few popular musicians who believed in what she was doing. yeah, so her music was definitely eye-roll inducing ("excuse me, i feel like i've mistaken you for somebooodyy else! somebody who gives a daaa-haammmn somebody mooore like myself!"), and sometimes she even made some grave, grave errors ("they say you're a jeeeewwwwwwwww. you'll never wear that funny hat again!") but i think she was actually really earnest about it. it would be one thing if i thought she were being self-aware about this whole sell-out thing, like if she knew what she was doing and just playing the system for cash. but i honestly think she has no idea. i read some interview that i think was attempting to portray her as somebody who wasn't into the whole popstar scene. they would ask her about the kind of stuff she was doing in LA, and she was just kind of like "oh, umm.. i don't know. i'm sure i've done something. i guess." she sounded more scared and confused than anything else. now i'm not knocking shallow pop stars. i think that they serve a certain cultural purpose, and that's fine. there's nothing depressing about britney spears, because she needs the system to make anything of herself at all, because in reality she's got nothing going for her. it's just sad to me when a genuine talent is stupid and weak enough to let themselves get taken advantage of.
so of all of the books that i wanted to read this summer, guess what i'm reading? the three musketeers. opa, justin's grandfather, gave it to me. he likes to talk to me about books because i don't think he really knows anybody else who reads, and he never even really gets to talk to anybody at all because his wife is so overbearing and never lets him get a word in edgewise. and you know what? so far it's a wonderful book. it reminds me of the stuff i used to read when i was a kid.