The riddle of Severance Songs‘ is consistently how to reconcile the world at large with the deeply personal and the deeply personal with the world at large, whichever seems more “meaningful” at any given time
While spending time in a paranoid haze, consuming music videos as only crazy people and social scientists can, I came across an unexpected phenomenon: The Brit-Split. As Ms. American Dream since she was seventeen, Britney Spears must toe the thin line of fantasy and wear every garment she finds hanging from it in order to maintain her pop-queen status.
It’s fairly simple, but you can scarcely imagine how offended the special snowflakes in the world get when you tell them they can’t have their special drink. I had a guy from London absolutely flip on me Sunday night because I wouldn’t make him a mojito. There’s a reason for everything, and he got a better drink because of it.
With her latest album Femme Fatale, Britney brings her exploration/exploitation of femininity to a new, more obvious level. Britney’s (too) long discography contains a cultural discussion of pop femininity, but the recent surge of celebrity-as-object (read: femme-pop-star-as-object) songs and videos since Lady Gaga gives Britney’s team a whole new tool set. Don’t hold it against them.
I think we have to set a groundwork for a definition of postmodernism that is both historical and critical. By way of review, postmodernism roughly corresponds with the end of WWII (the big one) and is marked by what Lyotard calls “incredulity towards metanarratives,” skepticism towards the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves.
The script of leaving the wine to chill The script of adding rosemary The script of simmering baby turnips The script of echoes in Annapurna…
Of course, the brainwashing method mostly succeeds. I cringe in workshops reading words like “love” or “beautiful,” but I can’t help but wondering if that’s just psychosis talking, and not aesthetics.
I’ve struggled with major depression for nearly half my life. I’ve tried a slew of drugs–SSRI’s, SNRI’s, stimulants, anti-convulsants, atypical anti-psychotics, but nothing has ever worked as well as a tandem bike ride.