I’m not very interested in the whole Lana Del Rey scandal/debacle/hateration thing. I like Video Games a lot. I thought her SNL performance was terrible, but I feel terrible for her because of it. And maybe she’s packaged and the lips are tragic, but isn’t that the case with a lot of people? Anyway, so many people are weirdly obsessed and I figured I’d leave thinking about her to them (by ignoring them and her).

However, The Hairpin shared a post from musician/producer Blockhead’s blog yesterday where he talked about working with LDR way back when she was Lizzy Grant (not so long ago, really), and that got me all involved, at least temporarily. I may be purposefully disinterested in her, but I am very into him, or at least the music he makes and produces. I’m not exactly sure why I feel he’s a solid guy, but I’ve always had that sense, and his post pretty much confirmed that. He defended her in a logical and informed manner. He spoke from actual personal experience, and he dealt with her fairly. He didn’t have to chime in, but he did. (He also revealed interesting things about making music in the process). That’s the way it should be, right? It made me feel okay about the world.

 

 

 

 

Did everyone else know about Barbara Newhall Follet, the child writing prodigy who disappeared in 1939, except me? She had an amazing story, which told in this great article.

How come Tavi wasn’t around when I was her age? This article should be required reading for teenagers. Also, Paul Rudd should always be required to answer life’s most pressing questions.

I had a question about Beyonce, and these are the questions that popped up while I typed mine into Google:

Does Beyonce:

smoke

have a surrogate

worship the devil

have tattoos

bleach her skin

wear a weave

wear a wig

smoke weed

have bad breath

hate Rihanna?

Vicky Swanky Is a Beauty, by Diane Williams.

I’ve had it for years, but I’ve always used it as a reference book and dipped in with an agenda. I think it might be time to read the whole damn thing once and for all.

The Kiss, by Kathryn Harrison. Wow, wow, wow.

If you don’t stop shopping for shoes and start writing I will burn little holes in your brain with my eyes. I will also do that if you don’t feed me.

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