In 2010, Rock Sugar (band) made a remix-cover of this song and Judas Priest’s “Breaking the Law” called “Breaking the Love” on their album “Reimaginator”.
we all have our own version of the sorority girl email living inside of us
I don’t want to hear about how much Tori Amos you listen to and I don’t want to know how much it bothers your boyfriend. I don’t want to know anything about your boyfriend at all because I’m sorry but there’s nothing interesting about being the petulant girlfriend to some limp-grip of a human being (“Never Fuck Anyone You Wouldn’t Want To Be”). Choose your opponents carefully: your contempt should be withering and there’s no fun in eviscerating what’s already flaccid.
I don’t want to know about the times you’ve cried on the subway after bad dates or stressful days. I don’t want to know about public crying at all. Tell me about the private crying, and I mean the really, really secret crying. Tell me about the times you’ve Annette Benning-in-American-Beautied your way through parties and work days and entire months. Tell me about the times you’ve wiped your eyes and gritted your teeth right before we were going to hang out because we were going to have FUN. I’m not sorry you felt you had to do that. I’ve done it, too.
I’m so sick of hearing about the bad sex you’ve had because someone else wanted to you to have it that way.
I don’t want to hear you call your best friend “wifey” Friendship is not the new romance, but if it is then tell me what you’ve done to her. Tell me how bad it was. Tell me what you really think of her writing, her choices, the way she looks when she’s hungover.
I’m so sick of the messy everyone knows what to do with. I’m so sick of emotions being rendered clever, being rendered feminist, being rendered as anything other than powerful horrible vectors connecting us to the universe. Your blog is boring and no we don’t think second wave feminism was fucked up because it didn’t let us wear makeup - it was fucked up because it overlooked gay women, working class women, trans women, women of color. Get your story straight. You’re behind and it’s not our job to catch you up.
Unfollowing everyone except hannahmight.
We’ve literally never fucked anyone we wanted to be. We’ve made love to them.
I think I am addicted to Arby’s Sauce.
Sure beats heroin though.
Were potato cakes always this gross? I seemed to remember them better when I was a kid.
UH DEER ARE KEENG
On the one hand, this seems like weird timing for a story about Jay Carney’s love of Guided by Voices. On the other hand, “ Doughnut for a Snowman” “MOTOR AWAY” is a great song. (via motherjones)