Rock and Roll Out, Man.

Listening to a mix suggested by SPIN magazine, so you know the genres are all over the place, but no world music, ironically (so hip).

A rock song came on, and it was yelling at me. If I wanted to be yelled at, I'd go back to childhood (amiright, Michael Jackson?!). I don't want you to think that I don't like rock... I also don't want you to think my skin's bad either, but what can I do besides wear headphones and stay in my room?

I had a theory once, when I listened to Top 40, exclusively (I know), that people who liked sad music had pretty nice childhoods and that people who listened to Pop music grew up in foster care... I am pretty sure that people who like rock were molested my their priest.
Maybe these theories didn't hold true as I got older... I also got more friends (856 on Facebook), so my perspective is highly evolved. At least I just said something about molestation. Lots of kids out there, so people should really keep their eyes out... also their ears, if you hear rock- call the cops! I don't think they can do anything to sex offenders unless they actually find their fingers hidden in youth. Being caught "red-handed" never had so many hymen connotations.

So far, a pretty pedophilic post, but let's get back to music. It's great, ey? Sometimes I just sit and listen to it! I am sitting right now listening to it right now. Before I started writing this I was listening to it and even before that. The thing I like is that I am listening to it on my headphones in a shitty coffee shop that is playing Matchbox 20 and company. Every time one of my hip songs is over, in fades Staind, or the like. It just reminds me "hey, you could be stripping." Except I can't because I don't like the way I look hanging upside down naked. Society put that on me... makes me wonder how I am going to protect my children.

For now, I will protect them by not having them and then when I do- holding them real close for 23 years.

Abbey, you look like Fergie!

I don't consider myself a feminist. I don't like what it's become... a woman who insists on making herself unattractive and uptight about everything in the name of "feminism". The hollow shells of a stereo-type that are supposed to represent my empowerment.

Maybe I got off on a bit of a rant there. Sorry... let me put on some lipstick. better.


I make light of my gender, mostly because I don't identify with anybody anymore... wish I could be a turtle, really. However, nothing makes me feel more connected to both lips of the labia than reading Top 40 lyrics.



"That girl's too hot
Too hot she's too hot
Too hot for her top
Too hot she's too hot
Too hot for her shirt
Too hot for her skirt
Too hot for her clothes
Too hot for wardrobe

So go just take it off, take it off, take it off,
take it off, take it off, take it off,
just take it off, take it off, take it off,
take it off, take it off, (Lookie lookie lookie lookie)"



Parenthetical "lookie" to the third degree paired with "too hot for wardrobe" (clearly singular, like the cave men days) This is the Black Eyed Peas, a band that traded respect for costumes and Fergie. They are now educating a nation of young dummies.

It's not threatening- it's hilarious. The majority of this country is like "yeah, turn it up!" and girls are like "I'm hot if I take it off... if I take it off, it will be like Dad never left (or left my vagina alone)" and guys are all like "you don't respect yourself because your dad fucked you- I bet you are a crazy slut- hot!" and, guys also say: "have you heard the new Black Eyed Peas- It's awesome- suck on this dick, I dipped it in roofeeez!"

So, this is the world... most girls are molested (not me) and Clear Channel is really paving the way for some talent. I seriously hope that the popular music world changes- at least before I'm too old to suck a famous guy's dick. standards.