0:39 I love “every other word, is ‘uh huh’—yeah-okay.” Bey sounds so fed-up. So much ‘tude.
1:01 The weird pipe/slide-whistle noise at “actin’ strange” is one of the best sound effects in this song.
1:12 Chorus again. Not so much harmony as LeToya and LaTavia singing the chorus over Bey’s vocal wank.
1:39 I really like the rhythmic/musical transition from the chorus to the verses. Nice pacing.
1:45 I refuse to believe that I’m the only person who visualizes early-2000s Destiny’s Child showing up at their boyfriends’ houses with dey clique. So ferocious with their matching colors and moving rooms, all pissed off and going through his stuff.
2:06 According to Wikipedia, LaTavia sings lead on each of the bridges. Bey does the verses and the first chorus, and LeToya does the second chorus. Kelly sings backup.
2:48 And then the cold Northern wind blows (I’m convinced that that’s where the sound effect came from. Go listen) and the third chorus goes into the breakdown, with its gripping refrain of yay-yay-yay-yays.
2:53 Also that hilarious guy whisper-rap-talking. “Can you say that? Come on.”
3:08 Wikipedia does not tell me who sings the yay-yay-yay-yays in the breakdown. I feel bad that I can’t really differentiate between the girls’ voices on this track.
3:16 Wait, what’s the actual lyric that opens the bridge? They say it so fast. I can’t believe all these years I’ve never actually bothered to look it up. Why don’t I know this?
3:24 Apparently it’s “I know you’re saying that I am assuming things.” Huh.
3:26 Wouldn’t it be pretty annoying if your boyfriend’s default was to “say everything to [you] times two?” So repetitive. Don’t worry, bro, I’m listening.
Compare to the Rep. Christopher Lee (R-also NY) Craigslist scandal of this past February. Did anybody cheer—literally cheer—when Lee announced that he was resigning? Why the double-standard, here?
Also, Rep. Lee’s homophobic agenda went directly against his soliciting transgender women on Craigslist. I don’t buy that there was any hypocrisy in what Rep. Weiner did. He’s worked to legislate protections for women, and I think part of protecting women in America is accepting that women can, and do, consent to sex/sexy stuff.
At any rate, I think what Weiner did was despicable, but it was his personal life. It has been so refreshing to see a Democrat shit-done-getter, and I’m upset that so many of his party-mates were eager to see him go.
Say what you will, but until I know where Weiner is going next (lolol), I’m going to consider this a loss—a small loss, but a loss nonetheless—for women’s rights in America.
“Do you think Kanye ever made the extremely morbid connection between his verse on “Throw Some D’s” (in which he offers to upgrade his theoretical girlfriend’s breast implants) and the fact that his mom died from complications following cosmetic surgery? That his single mom’s overwhelming need to be physically attractive to men (which led to her death) is connected to Kanye’s own desire for women to be perfect sex robots who he can mentally control.”—Molly Lambert on Kanye West at Grantland.com
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29. Address a few words to someone anonymously. You four have single- (or quadruple-) handedly improved my quality of life in Chicago by leaps and bounds. It feels weird but I’m stoked to call you my crew.
25. Put your iPod or iTunes on shuffle and text someone with the title of the first song that comes on, without explanation. Um, the song title is “Daddy, You’ve Got Everything.” This should be good.
I am not a stupid person, but often I worry that I’m missing something important. While I can (and have) read books about quantum mechanics and understood them, this exchange happened the other day at a luncheon at my office.
Me: (pointing to a vegetable tray) Oh, what are those?
Confused co-worker: What are what?
Me: Those orange things. They’re super long and skinny and the top part is short and green. What vegetable is that?
Co-worker:(slowly) Are you talking about carrots?
Me:(realizing) Oh. Uh. I was joking. I know what carrots are.
Co-workers walks away, shaking her head.
Obviously, I’ve seen a carrot before. Obviously, I know what a carrot is. But I’d never seen ones that looked like that — they were cut differently and the top parts were shortened. I’d failed to recognize a carrot in front of my face.
So, what is this a metaphor for?
Lately, I’ve been trying to submit my writing to the ever-increasing number of popular women’s blogs. You know the types. A bunch of cool girls write about the Internet or their lives making sure to reference, I don’t know, bands from the late ’80s and specific episodes of ‘My So Called Life’ and Christina Hendricks from ‘Mad Men.’ They are blogs where every post is quirky or sort of apathetic or about wine or condemning rape culture, and there’s like, an ever-clicking chorus of Internet yes-women who all seem to like the same things and hate the same things and it’s all real cozy for everyone. And look, that’s totally great that women feel they can express themselves online. It’s a miracle and a haven. We’ve come a long way and rah, rah, hear us type furiously!!
I read “The Carrot” and I want to say 1) genius, you win, thank you, etc; 2) you’re such a strong writer—you may not write in that ubiquitous, dreamy style you see in the Female Blog Conglomerate, but yours is a much more aware, self-assured, professional style. To put it in terms that are sort of outdated and don’t fit the way media is changing, their shit belongs on blogs, but your shit belongs in magazines and newspapers;
3) Kate and I were having this conversation the other day that I think might be related. We were talking about how lifestyle magazines tend to be pretty rigidly gendered, owing to ad sales and demographics. I’m hard-pressed to think of a nation-wide lifestyle magazine that isn’t “for women” or “for men,” except for maybe GOOD but even that is pretty political and hard-news-y, and New York Magazine but that’s technically local, or sort-of local.
I don’t really see why this has expanded, or has to expand, to lifestyle blogs. Like The Hairpin, for example: there are some great articles about feminism/womanhood/”the sisterhood” in there, but I don’t see why articles about throwing pizza parties or even getting a biopsy for a breast tumor have to be “Ladies First.” The idea that guys don’t want to read articles about boob tumors is kind of outdated and sort of nebulously sexist. I guess The Awl used to be more gender-neutral, but since the establishment of The Hairpin as “The Awl for women”, it’s become by default “for men.”
I’m not one to argue that everybody should have a chance at writing everything for everyone. I think women writing for women is important. But I also think it’s important to have women writing for an audience including both genders. You have megablogs like Hello Giggles that aim to work against “standard Boys Club content,” but few blogs that don’t let the Boys Club influence, for or against, their content.
I suppose what I’m trying to say is that your writing, in content and style, tends to speak to a greater audience than well-educated women (“Beige Chicks”). And it’s a shame that that has to be a crutch in getting your writing out there. Everything is so rigidly compartmentalized these days. Everything is so tailored to “fit your interests as a [insert demographic here].” And you’re the kind of person who believes—knows—that everyone is much, much more than their demographic. (I mean, isn’t that what 100 Interviews is about?)