Don’t say you were never told the truth, ladies.
Category: Broken Girl Media
Film, Television, Radio, and Gaming
“H.W.C.” – Liz Phair
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.
“Delia’s Gone” – Johnny Cash
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.
“Pretty Tied Up” – Guns N’ Roses
I know this chick, she lives down on Melrose.
She ain’t satisfied without some pain…
“Seein’ Things” – The Black Crowes
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.
Twin Peaks: The Return
Through the darkness of futures past
The magician longs to see
One chants out between two worlds:
“Fire… walk with me.”
It’s happening again. You people have no idea how happy this makes me… I’m considering changing my avatar to Leland Palmer.
I wonder if there’s any chance I can find my 20+ year old copy of The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer. (Speaking of which, what happened to Jennifer Lynch? Boxing Helena wasn’t that bad.)
Cranky Old Man Shit #3
If you don’t know who U2 is*, first, unfollow me because you’re an infant. But if you’re still here… you have horrible, awful, neglectful parents who hate you. Please go find someone who can explain to you that the world existed before 1996.
*You don’t have to like them… I haven’t liked anything they’ve done in the last decade. But not knowing they exist is an unacceptable level of stupid.