For Valentine’s day, Tim Minchin:
Am I the only one who hates this song?
Five hundred and sixty-two graduates from 23 states and 11 countries will be recognized at Marquette’s Mid-year Commencement on Sunday, Dec. 20, at the U.S. Cellular Arena, 400 W. Kilbourn Ave. The program will include individual recognition of the candidates and remarks by Marquette President Robert A. Wild, S.J.; Janine Geske, distinguished professor of law; and Scott Passolt, a graduating senior from the College of Business Administration.
I know two people finishing their undergraduate careers this weekend, and another leaving with an advanced degree. I wish them the best. That’s really all I have to say, except “This is when it gets hard.” But I’ll not dwell on that. Happy holidays, and congrats.
A while back, half-jokingly, we at the WW thought about posting all our vaguely feminism-related YouTube video favorites. This is my first contribution to the exposition of randomness–although not, strictly speaking, a favorite.
I like lists. This may be because of the detail-oriented, obsessive manifestations of Asperger syndrome, which I may or may not have. So a list of people with Asperger syndrome is of course something of deep intrigue to me. One of the people on Wikipedia’s list is one Philipa “Pip” Brown, aka Ladyhawke, a New Zealand indie-rocker. I looked her up:
I’m only really interested in Ladyhawke for ASD and gender expression. I have no idea as to whether or not I like her music or not. I mean, it’s not unpleasant for me to listen to,* but I can take or leave pretty much anything. Moreover, I can never follow lyrics; they all sort of run together for me into so much noise, and I never notice if they’re good or bad (unless they’re really bad), or even coherent. It took me years to realize the lyric is “They paved paradise and put up a parking lot,” and not “paved paradise and put up a funk in love.” The latter formulation makes no sense, poetically, logically, or grammatically; but I thought it was the real one for years.
Thoughts from musically-inclined people? Music is not something I do recreationally. I only use it for noise when I’m in the car, and only then what’s on the radio. I can’t imagine just sitting for an extended period of a time just listening to stuff, and I get distracted whenever I try to do something else while listening. Some of Beethoven’s symphonies, however, are aesthetic experiences profound enough to cross into the realm of the religious.
But anyway: Aside from the esotericism of music. Ladyhawk is of interest to my blogging purposes for a Vaguely Feministic Thing: She unselfconsciously wears men’s clothing, a tendancy that has been remarked upon :
The New Zealand singer only every wear garments meant for men, including jeans slung so low on her waist they often reveal the boy’s underpants she favours.
She said: “I don’t wear women’s clothes because I’d feel like a fraud. It’s not just that the cut is all wrong on me, I feel much more of an individual in menswear.”
Among the items Ladyhawke loves to wear are hoodies, tight jeans and big boots.She explained to Britain’s Elle magazine: “I don’t lose any aspect of my femininity by wearing boys’ clothes. In fact, I think it subtly enhances it because the look is so understated.”
Any y’all have thoughts about “boy’s clothes” and “girl’s clothes”? I always count it as a mark to a female’s character if she tends towards some men’s clothing; I appreciate the utility of the stuff. Is this tendency of mine on some level sexist for rewarding women for “masculine” behaviors? Is it possible to disparage impractical and uncomfortable fashion without condemning those who wear it? (I find myself frustrated with people who wear high heels. “Why?” I cannot but ask myself.)
Who says everything we post in the Word Warrior has to be all cerebral and thought-provoking? I’m all about community too, and one of the things that I think community can be built on is music. Typically, I’m the mix cd type. I make mix cds and give them to my friends, and sometimes they give me mix cds in return, and we are able to share the gift of music and lyrics with each other.
So since I’m not entirely sure who all reads this thing, and the cd burner on my MacBook is currently knocking on death’s door, I thought I’d post a few of the things I’ve been listening to lately. AND since I’m trying to help cultivate our little community here, I encourage you, our loyal readers, to critique what I’ve put up and post some of your favorite stuff in the comments.
Trooper Cooper tries to pry a straight answer from Palin’s spokeswoman, Meg Stapelton:
Around 3:20, Stapelton descends into simple gushing about her employer to no discernible end. She’s got spirit, is a maverick, she can do whatever–whatever–she wants to do, and the world is literally her oyster. Literally. It’s not a metaphor at all. Nope, Palin’s literally gonna wrangle the actual pearls right out of that fucker.
Around 5:00, Stapelton admits Palin has “no plans for anything in particular at this point and time”–although, earlier she had said the governor has been offered “everything under the sun.” So she left office to affect change, because she couldn’t do that in office. Instead, her master plan–premeditated, we are to believe, months in advance–was to quit her job as a state executive to affect said change outside the government by…well, by whatever comes along. That’ll surely come along–and will certainly be able to help the “right people get elected.” Even though Palin herself, presumably by her own standards a “right person” had already gotten elected.
Also: Anderson Cooper’s amusing bafflement about basic the terminology of basketball through minute four. (I didn’t get it either; but this is the weekend for schadenfruede.)