greenthing replied to your photo: ThingsI’mTryingToUnderstandBecauseIJustDon’tGetIt.j…

She’s a phony. She used to be “Lizzy Grant” but now she’s a pile of hipster vomit. She’s just…a phony.

meganomalous replied to your photo: ThingsI’mTryingToUnderstandBecauseIJustDon’tGetIt.j…

I don’t think she can sing. Dunno what the hipster deal is?

I feel like I should form a response but I don’t know where to go with this. Because most articles I’ve read have led me to the fact that she was originally marketed off to “mainstream” music but then it was decided that if she changed her look, she could be sold as an indie artist.

While I understand the problem with the whole “phony” thing, I just feel like people are backlashing on how easy it is to form an image and fool people that “oh hey, I could fit in on this scene, listen to me croon.”

People have been selling images since the beginning of marketing. That’s the general appeal of celebrities; they are who you think they are, who you want them to be. They reflect the life you wish you could live but instead read about or listen to. And then they make a song that you can relate to and you’ve got this sense of human unity and let’s get together and feel alright.

Is this an issue with the fact that if she’s on an indie music scene, one where the superficiality of the “mainstream” is supposed to be absent, she should be playing by their rules and not making it up as she goes along and calling herself a part of it?

I’m not going to necessarily agree with a collagen injection in order to draw in more fans nor am I going to say I’m some big Lana Del Rey fan because to be honest, I hadn’t heard any of her music until about an hour ago. I just feel like this is an example of how bent out of shape certain subcultures get when they feel like they’re being intruded upon. In addition to the unsaid issue of popularity and how it’s all about what you look like rather than what you can do, but that’s never going to change. It just feels like these people that call themselves hipsters but don’t want to be called hipsters because they’re genuine and real feel threatened because someone beat the system and now they refuse to listen to her music.

And in all this escalation of hatred, she wound up getting more attention. Is that considered a victory for the indie music scene? Now she’s too popular to even call herself a part of the scene? 

I understand that there’s a problem if you question a person’s authenticity but if we’re being completely honest with ourselves, anyone of any degree of fame, indie or not, is not a person to us. They’re more of an idol, a snapshot, some small aspect being sold to us exaggerated to the power of infinity.

Of course people viewing her through this limited scope like her for this. Or in addition to this. Am I supposed to be proud of people able to see through this? Give them a gold star for seeing through falsity?

I’m not applauding her character or her image or anything on a superficial level. I can’t even applaud anything on a deep level. I can only say that okay, I’m sure it sucks to be told that you should listen to someone and then you find out that she actually has plenty of money backing her and now you feel duped.

If that’s the issue at hand here, I’m sorry it’s not “just about the music.” When has it ever been, though? Had you thought it was?

I don’t know. What I’ve heard is fine, even the live stuff. It’s not of my taste and I likely won’t be bumping her music on the regs but I just thought it was weird that this chick I’ve never heard of was being badmouthed daily and I was told I should hate her. I guess that’s the main point here.

I just don’t “get it.”

My evening plans are far better than yours.

I can tell because I guarantee none of you are going to watch the new season premiere of Victorious based on the fact that the episode is going to be one giant homage to The Breakfast Club.

Someone asked me what my weekend plans were and I said I had a really great EP I’d been meaning to listen to.

These are the things that keep me happy and you can’t take them away from me!!!!11

I had a dream that I was working at Stop & Shop

(if you don’t dream big, what’s the use in dreaming, right?) and this lady went shopping with her two kids and had a cart full of all kinds of vegetables.

She left it unattended in front of the main entrance. Anybody walking through the doors would see the little storing area off to the side where all stores put their empty carts for shoppers to take…and then a cart with paper bags full of many different kinds of squash.

I grumbled and grabbed the cart, ready to report it to the service desk and then store the vegetables in our cooler. When it comes to anything abandoned that was bought in the produce section, we have to put it away immediately because those are perishable goods and if the customer comes back for them and they’re all rotten, they’ll yell at us even when it’s their fault they left it there. It also pisses us off because then we lose money.

Anyway, I went to move the bags out of the cart because she had overstuffed this one and it was impossible to move. I divided the vegetables amongst two carriages now and was prepared to grab one to go to the back room to put all the stuff away until the woman and her two children stopped me.

“Excuse me! Don’t you ever steal someone else’s cart! That is mine! What poor customer service!”

I stared at her for half a second and had a whole inventory of things I wanted to say to her, but I bit my tongue.

“I’m so sorry. Here, let me put these back,” I said, grabbing the bags from my cart to return them to her original one.

“You better,” she said.

Suddenly, a man in a giant Barney suit

approached us and started entertaining the children.

He did this by telling their mother “You should be fuckin’ happy! Everybody should be fuckin’ happy! Right, kids?”

In the process of moving one of the bags of vegetables, I’d found that whoever bagged these groceries put a salad from the salad bar on top of them — like an idiot. Those cases are so flimsy and break so easily — and lo and behold, the salad container fell over and tipped out.

The lady turned to me and scolded me, telling me I was an idiot, a dumb high school kid, I was terrible at my job, I didn’t care about the customer (the sad part of this is, this isn’t far from something that would happen. Minus the Barney suit) and then she told me “I hope you don’t plan to go to UMass Amherst, that’s where this state sends all our idiots and clearly you’ve got a lot to learn.”

I opened my mouth like I wanted to say something, then turned to walk away to go get a manager because I just couldn’t deal with this woman. I was too angry to even try.

I turned to walk back into the store then decided against it.

I turned back towards her, tears in my eyes, and said “You know what? UMass Amherst is not a bad school and I’m not just some dumb high school kid, I’m just a DuUUUUUuUUUuMb college kid who goes there and I’ve taken some wonderful classes there and gotten quite a bit of valuable insight. It’s changed the way I look at things and made me realize that nothing is ever worth being degraded like this so I don’t give a fuck if you tell my manager I’m rude or an idiot, this is not worth it and you’re a bitch.”

I walked away from her to get a manager — because I guess after bitching out a customer, it’s a great time to get an authority figure so the customer can tell them how terrible you actually are with proof to back it up — and as I walked out, I angrily kicked down a sign post that said what the daily sales were.

By the time I got to my manager, multiple customers had already reported they had overheard a hostile argument in the main entrance between an employee and a shopper, so my manager ran over to me and asked what was going on.

I told him this lady was a bitch and had called me an idiot by degrading my college education and I didn’t appreciate it.

I followed him back out to the entrance and the lady was now claiming the sign post I’d kicked had been used by me to whack her over the head.

She said, straight to his face, while I was standing right there, that I had picked this up and used it to strike her across the face.

In front of her children.

And Barney.

I grumbled “Liar” under my breath and walked away, telling my manager I’d quit and was getting the hell out of there.

As I was getting my stuff out of my locker, a customer who was a reporter for the town newspaper stopped me to get a quote on the situation and I told her that I was proud of where I went to school and didn’t pay $30,000 to be told I was a moron by just anybody.

A week later, a local news station interviewed my closest friends (but could only seem to figure out that was Rachel, seems accurate) in order to get an idea of my character.

It was probably Fox trying to portray that “oh she had a 3.0 GPA and participated in Chorus in high school” white kid thing in order to make you feel bad for me, like my race and stupid academic accomplishments was supposed to make anybody think I was scot-free.

But it was all okay because Rachel gave the statement “Yeah, we’ve been best friends for the last three years and we would always have conversations about Satan and how cool he was” so nobody actually felt bad for me at all and believed I’d violently struck a customer with a metal sign post.

It was a good time and quite oddly realistic.

Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?

WOMEN

magknowlia:

they will come

#and they will go0o0o0o

When the raiiiin washeeees you clean, you’ll know

No, I will never be able to understand the difference between sweatshirts and sweaters.

You could tell me but I’d just forget in, like, a week. I’m the type of woman who listens to a dance group who goes by the name E-Rotic, do I look like I give a fuck?

Because let me tell you,