A Celebration of Misogyny and Bad Taste
May. 25th, 2001 08:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
viedmaCase #1-- a commercial for some beer that featured two women hitting on two men. They were blessing their good luck until the men clasped hands, which i thought was totally funny. then they ruined it when one of the women said, well, at least they're not married. which goes to show you that i need very badly to get back in touch with my sense of humor.
got struck with a righteous attack of insomnia last night. I couldn't concentrate on anything, i just stared straight ahead at the tv, which was playing some punk recap thingy on VH1. Yeah, whenever i think of VH1 i think cutting edge too, but that's the kind of mood i was in. am still in. Why can't i snap out of it?
they actually called Green Day a punk band. huh? this is the same band that got away with stealing a Weird Al Polka riff, for god's sake. i can't even begin to describe how stupid the whole thing was. ok, ok, the one song with the line "my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed" was pretty cool, but i'm a firm believer in happy accidents.
and while my knowledge of punk rock can't even fill a thimble, i'm pretty sure women did more than hang out on the periphery or serve coffee. They had one uncredited woman saying one line in an interview, and that was it. oh well, like i said, it's the source. and i was the only one watching it anyway at three in the morning. i did get a hankerin' to listen to The Sex Pistols though. i love it when god given talent is seen as a hindrance, and i say this in all sincerity.
VH1's 100 most shocking moments is going on right now. challenge to self: drink every time something offensive happens. not by the musicians, but by how they cover it. would *you* ask the Spice Girls' approval for the antics of L7? I think not.
i was so weird last night. why can't i express an honest emotion without sounding like Rick Astley? it's like words fail me sometimes. they don't always do or say what i want them to, to make people realize how i really feel. Luckily for me i love honest and forgiving people.
I'm not at the stage i was at back about 10 years ago-- my god, has it been 10 years already?-- where i cracked up a little. this is more like cracking up lite. it'll get better in a little while. i know it's temporary, thank goodness. i can feel the temporariness like an insubstantial cloud, but i can't brush it away at the moment.
I think it's because i'm *Really* not looking forward to this weekend. but i'm going to do what all people do at weddings when they want to bury emotions and real thought-- i'm going to get really stinking drunk.
got struck with a righteous attack of insomnia last night. I couldn't concentrate on anything, i just stared straight ahead at the tv, which was playing some punk recap thingy on VH1. Yeah, whenever i think of VH1 i think cutting edge too, but that's the kind of mood i was in. am still in. Why can't i snap out of it?
they actually called Green Day a punk band. huh? this is the same band that got away with stealing a Weird Al Polka riff, for god's sake. i can't even begin to describe how stupid the whole thing was. ok, ok, the one song with the line "my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed" was pretty cool, but i'm a firm believer in happy accidents.
and while my knowledge of punk rock can't even fill a thimble, i'm pretty sure women did more than hang out on the periphery or serve coffee. They had one uncredited woman saying one line in an interview, and that was it. oh well, like i said, it's the source. and i was the only one watching it anyway at three in the morning. i did get a hankerin' to listen to The Sex Pistols though. i love it when god given talent is seen as a hindrance, and i say this in all sincerity.
VH1's 100 most shocking moments is going on right now. challenge to self: drink every time something offensive happens. not by the musicians, but by how they cover it. would *you* ask the Spice Girls' approval for the antics of L7? I think not.
i was so weird last night. why can't i express an honest emotion without sounding like Rick Astley? it's like words fail me sometimes. they don't always do or say what i want them to, to make people realize how i really feel. Luckily for me i love honest and forgiving people.
I'm not at the stage i was at back about 10 years ago-- my god, has it been 10 years already?-- where i cracked up a little. this is more like cracking up lite. it'll get better in a little while. i know it's temporary, thank goodness. i can feel the temporariness like an insubstantial cloud, but i can't brush it away at the moment.
I think it's because i'm *Really* not looking forward to this weekend. but i'm going to do what all people do at weddings when they want to bury emotions and real thought-- i'm going to get really stinking drunk.
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Date: 2001-05-25 08:36 pm (UTC)