The rules about when you’re supposed to refer to someone as “woman,” “girl” or “female” have become too complex to comprehend.
That’s ok. When I’m Galactic Overlord there’ll only be two ways of referring to anyone: Galactic Overlord (that’s me) and disgusting slug (everyone else).
The first ten on today’s playlist:
I’d love to be a musical coordinator of a movie or TV show, but all the songs I’d choose for something like that would be mash-ups, crash-ups and lash-ups that infringe so much copyright even 1980s rappers would be like, “Dayummmmm.”
So I guess that’s out for that reason, along with many others.
The first ten on today’s playlist:
Y’all goofs who think everything is on Spotify.
One of the best songs ever written on a great album is not there at all. When she was in her prime, Deb Talan was far and away the best living songwriter in the world, no contest.
“She had poems and a plan” and “Where there’s room to be easy” and “I need my place at your table” and “So familiar, this place; I cannot breathe” and “How strange to feel not a stranger” and just the whole damn thing is chock full of brilliant little nuggets like that. A lot of songs I think, I could’ve written that if I’d cared enough and devoted the time. Even songs I like! Many of Deb’s songs, though, I think, Jesus fuck, I never could’ve written that in a million years.
And ain’t even a bit of that on Spotify.