Film, Television, Radio, and Gaming
I know the blog’s soundtrack is starting to look like a Lilith Fair lineup, but the ‘90s were a very good time for those who enjoyed listening to women howl out their pain.
Intriguingly, at the end of the decade, most of those shattering, disturbing women’s voices were brushed aside by a sixteen year old in braids who was begging to be hit one more time. Go figure.
This is how you seduce a man:
Everything you ever wanted
Everything you ever thought of is
Everything I’ll do to you
I’ll fuck you and your minions too
Don’t say you were never told the truth, ladies.
My idea of entertainment: playing this song repreatedly until the woman you’re with can’t help but have the lyrics burned into her brain. Then taking her out somewhere in public, humming the tune under your breath, and waiting for her to break into song at the most inappropriate possible moment.
do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression
Have you seen Jack White? I love that pasty motherfucker’s work, but his RBF looks like Faye Dunaway eyeballing a wire hanger.
One of the most brutally violent songs of the ’90s, and yet largely ignored at the time by people who were more worried about what NWA might do to the police.
Of course, Johnny’s song does have something that most of Dre and Cube’s stuff lacked: comeuppance and remorse.
I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose.
She ain’t satisfied without some pain…
I’m in a mood, and thus you get my mood music.
When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor’d youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtilties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not t’ have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.
— W.S. – Sonnet 138
Was ever woman in this humor woo’d?
Was ever woman in this humor won?
I’ll have her, but I will not keep her long.
That’s from my favorite scene in Richard III, which I love because it beautifully captures the gleeful satisfaction to be had from watching a woman betray herself for a man.
It also reminds me of how society teaches its girls to follow their hearts, and how that teaching somehow never takes into account the many broken, fucked-up, and mangled hearts in the world, nor how those tortured little atrocities in their chests can lead some women down all the wrong roads.
But you already know that, right? If you were one of the girls on the right road, you’d never have found me.
