30 Days of Music and Substance - Day 14
Natasha's Dance
Oh. My. Goodness.
I kid you not when I say it was this book that effectively made my Uni course choice for me- when I read it, I was going between French & Russian or French & Politics. After a few chapters on decadence, European/Asian identity and poverty that's akin to the present day Third World, I was sold, and if you have even the slightest interest in Russia, I cannot recommend it highly enough. The one downside was that there's not a lot of culture described before Peter the Great's takeover- but hey, I can study Early Rus' at Uni. Until then, this'll more than do.
Chosen for today because, on overhearing it, my family expressed some surprise that I was into such an old-fashioned sound. Sound, yes, I'm into that. But really, if I'm to be totally honest, my main love in this context is Roisin and her fabulousness- she ticks all the boxes here. Fabulous singer? Check. Generally gorgeous? Check. Amazing hair? Check. Cap and leather gloves? Check. Colourful clothes? Check.
Forget Gaga, you guys. She does good music, but this girl's where it's at.
Also, dankeshen to six_demon_bag for linking me the vid- I would never have experienced the awesomeness that it is otherwise.
So I'd just dropped my sister off at primary school, as my Mum's ill atm, and I was heading over to the station to get the train to mine when a parent I'd chatted to briefly came over...
Him: *some crap about following such a beautiful, charming girl*
Me: Um... thanks?
Him: So, can I have your number?
Me: No, sorry.
Him: Do I have to beg?
Me: I don't think that would help- I'm a lesbian.
(Okay, so not entirely, but the excuse generally works. This guy, though...)
Him: Do I have to beg?
Me: Lesbian. Won't help.
Him: Do I have to get on my knees?
Me: What?
Him: Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?
Me: No, because I'm genuinely not interested. I told you, I'm a lesbian, and I'm in a hurry, so if you'll excuse me...
(A little way down the road, he catches up with me.)
Him: Do you like children?
Me: *a bit freaked out now* Um... I love my sister?
Him: But do you like children?
Me: Idk.
Him: Do you want children?
Me: Hell no.
Him: Not even in the future?
Me: Probably not.
Him: Oh, okay. Bye!
Which left me with a very profound sense of 'what the fuck', and an intense desire to get the hell out of there before he changed his mind. Vaguely funny in hindsight though. Have you guys ever experienced something similar?
Oh. My. Goodness.
I kid you not when I say it was this book that effectively made my Uni course choice for me- when I read it, I was going between French & Russian or French & Politics. After a few chapters on decadence, European/Asian identity and poverty that's akin to the present day Third World, I was sold, and if you have even the slightest interest in Russia, I cannot recommend it highly enough. The one downside was that there's not a lot of culture described before Peter the Great's takeover- but hey, I can study Early Rus' at Uni. Until then, this'll more than do.
Click to viewChosen for today because, on overhearing it, my family expressed some surprise that I was into such an old-fashioned sound. Sound, yes, I'm into that. But really, if I'm to be totally honest, my main love in this context is Roisin and her fabulousness- she ticks all the boxes here. Fabulous singer? Check. Generally gorgeous? Check. Amazing hair? Check. Cap and leather gloves? Check. Colourful clothes? Check.
Forget Gaga, you guys. She does good music, but this girl's where it's at.
Also, dankeshen to six_demon_bag for linking me the vid- I would never have experienced the awesomeness that it is otherwise.
So I'd just dropped my sister off at primary school, as my Mum's ill atm, and I was heading over to the station to get the train to mine when a parent I'd chatted to briefly came over...
Him: *some crap about following such a beautiful, charming girl*
Me: Um... thanks?
Him: So, can I have your number?
Me: No, sorry.
Him: Do I have to beg?
Me: I don't think that would help- I'm a lesbian.
(Okay, so not entirely, but the excuse generally works. This guy, though...)
Him: Do I have to beg?
Me: Lesbian. Won't help.
Him: Do I have to get on my knees?
Me: What?
Him: Do you want me to get on my knees and beg?
Me: No, because I'm genuinely not interested. I told you, I'm a lesbian, and I'm in a hurry, so if you'll excuse me...
(A little way down the road, he catches up with me.)
Him: Do you like children?
Me: *a bit freaked out now* Um... I love my sister?
Him: But do you like children?
Me: Idk.
Him: Do you want children?
Me: Hell no.
Him: Not even in the future?
Me: Probably not.
Him: Oh, okay. Bye!
Which left me with a very profound sense of 'what the fuck', and an intense desire to get the hell out of there before he changed his mind. Vaguely funny in hindsight though. Have you guys ever experienced something similar?