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James Franco.
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Ginuwine: “Pony”
This version, which I downloaded some million years ago, is my favorite because it has some random clip at the end in which you hear some dude talk about how he’s going slam his beers and talk to Tisha Campbell.
This is on my list of songs that gross me out a little bit but which I find undeniably entertaining. (see also: The Roots - The Seed 2.0)
I am so in love with you for posting this. Also, I’m so glad that I first thought this song was about a literal pony since it came out when I was 9.
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mykicks: I have this 8 page paper to do tomorrow, and after I got an 84 for not trying on the last one, it's really hard for me to try with this one
willmccloud: don't try
mykicks: Alright
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People who use Tumblr as a tweet back-up archive for Twitter bore me.
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Caught in a bad romance.
I have never been wonky over or get a lady boner for romance. I’m not interested in romance. I love and I love hard and deep, but I don’t swoon for romance. I got shit to do. I have places to be, people to see, and staap that shit.
You know what romance does for me? It reminds me of every 19th Century novel about British ladies suffering and having issues about men named Perceval or some such. I don’t RELATE to those stories. I don’t relate to living in the countryside and living in an attic and pining for a British dood who talks without opening his mouth.
Besides, romance always feels made up, fabricated and moreover, a construct to keep women in their ‘place’. Because then a woman can spend her life searching for the dood who will bring her flowers, propose to her over the entire Tumblrverse, walk her through the park with an ugly diamond ring and tell her the future is now (fuck off, Kays Jewelers), and so on. And when that dood never shows up, then well, her life sucks and she’s a failure.
Oh and don’t think I think straight men are all that. What many think of as romantic can be manipulative and oppressive and they are susceptible to behaving that way, not because they believe it, but they feel obligated or have no clue.
You know what I appreciate? Equality. Good manners. Brains. And good fucking. I don’t need you to sit next to me, while I lay in bed, and sing me songs while strumming the guitar. Well, you can do that if you’re playing the Clash. Otherwise, NO.
You know what I love in a mate?
I’d like you to respect me. I’d like you to make me laugh or laugh along with me. I’d like you to clean up after yourself and behave like a self-sufficient adult. The other stuff? The recitation of poetry? The Lloyd Dobler, standing in front of my house holding a giant boom box playing Peter Gabriel? You can take that elsewhere.
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Patsy Cline- “You Belong To Me”
My grandmother loved Patsy Cline. She used to order Patsy Cline tapes through QVC and listen to them in her car, a big maroon Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera with the type of ridiculous plush interior that makes you feel like you’re riding around in a couch on wheels.
I have very vivid memories of staring out the back window of that car, listening to this song and watching the streets of my father’s hometown go by as she drove us to the movies or the mall or to Friendly’s to get a strawberry ice cream soda. I remember thinking at the time that this was the saddest but most beautiful song I had ever heard.
I’d forgotten about it, really, until I heard it blaring over the loudspeaker at the pharmacy today while I was picking up some toothpaste. I just stood there, like an idiot, thinking of a QVC tapes and maroon interiors and strawberry ice cream sodas and my grandmother, who has been gone for 10 years. And then I snapped myself out of it and went to the register. The woman behind the counter was humming along to the song.
“Good song,” I said.
“Oh yeah,” she nodded.
I decided not to tell her that it was the saddest and most beautiful song I had ever heard. So I’m telling you instead.
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