This Goes Out To Dan and His Pedestrian Lilith Womyn Music Tastes
I went to to a greasy hipster karaoke birthday party this weekend. You know the kind where we laugh at the un-cool people wearing the shirt that they bought in K-Mart, which we're going to buy in a "vintage" store next year at a considerable markup. Chubby suburban co-ed in bad outfit gets up and sings Torn, by that modely looking whiny woman-child Natalie Somethingthatshouldhavebeenchangedbeforeshegotfamousanditstoolate. I always found it to be kind of unbelievable; maybe because I doubted that she could fully express those emotions. I am not sure what gave me this impression, perhaps the vapid look in her eyes that I assumed was a constant haze due to hunger and drug induced euphoria, or she's just really, really dumb, or maybe that she didn't really look all that bitter, like she had never had her heart torn but I digress, this girl felt it. I mean she owned that song. She got up there with that song, hid in it, and was jumping out because she lived there. I could picture her, alone in her room, that song coming on, lighting a candle and lip-synching into the mirror. Yeah, that song has really gotten her through some rough times. There were times in her life that she only had that song and that box of stale valentine's chocolate. She felt every word of it, and I felt her feeling it. A tear almost formed in my arid ducts, and for a moment, I almost felt a mild warmth in my cold bitter heart.
okay, I know Dan, you don't like Natalie Imbruglia, but it's too late, everyone thinks you do! HA!
I WIN!
Posted 1:47 PM by J.Ro