I found this artist through all my boy band/NSYNC research/obsession a week ago. His name is Brian Transeau and he is pretty much an electronic music pioneer. He created a program/plugin for Logic, Ableton etc. based on techniques he was using to produce songs like NSYNC’s “Pop” that use soundbites as percussive hits. So fucking cool.
His solo ventures are definitely steeped in futuristic electro pop. The chorus is catchy yet kind of sickening. I like the really 80s riff right before the chorus. The actual song is around 8 minutes long and is FULL of amazing electronica sounds. I’m a sucker for a dramatic melody and interesting electronic movements. Even if this song ain’t your jam, his technique and talent as a producer and music software developer is beyond noteworthy. I mean, have you even HEARD NSYNC’s “Pop“???? I listened to the song for a week in complete awe of the invention and creativity of BT’s production. Fascinating. Check out more about his music here.
I had 4 years of unread emails because I literally forgot about an email account that I used in high school and while I was studying abroad. It was a case of forgotten password and probably a lot of ex-boyfriend emails that I never wanted to look at again.
The findings:
I had a billion emails from Papa Johns, Barnes and Noble and a few wayside Linkedin invites. Also, before Facebook took over the world, Brazilians used Google’s Orkut social network, and since I had finally recovered my password, I could look into a little time capsule that was left behind from my sparklier days.
This is what I love about social networking and Facebook pages. To be able to go back to 2008 when I was living in Brazil and see my Orkut, or to 2007 when your Myspace page was BLOWIN UP and had 10,000 friends is a luxury for memories when we are old.
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It also gives a peak into how your love life was doing at the time. I know who I was dating during this email address, and I read some email exchanges that were pretty cringe-worthy. Like, desperate, can’t-let-go-of-shitty-first-love desperate. Yikes. The whole “let’s be friends!” bullshit that I’ve thankfully left behind (because it NEVER works) was written over every breakup-themed letter I’d written while using this email. I’m so glad I’m not 20 anymore (because 24 is so much better! HA.)
It’s fascinating to see what kind of things I was writing to ex-boyfriends, and what they were writing to me. Being a little bit older and hopefully a little bit wiser, these messages are time capsules of figuring out this whole love biz. I was unsure, sensitive, bitchy, insecure and just trying to get along dating in a foreign language and culture, while still being stuck in contact with a past bf that was totally self-destructive. Take out the foreign element and you’ve got practically any 20 year old discovering how to act with people in relationships as semi-adults.
This is also why Facebook’s timeline is a good idea, even though we all hate the shit out of it now. I never delete anything from Facebook, because I want to preserve the virtual time capsule of my life. I want to be able to look back and read posts I exchanged with friends and family, pictures and their comments, being happy with old boyfriends, pictures of random things from around the world, etc. How cool would it be to look at your grandma taking shots when she was in her 20s, or to read how people spoke to each other back then? Tres cool.
Remember the days of angsty teen rock-pop? I guess I should say, remember the days of our angsty teen rock-pop, because this genre has been and will be around forever as long as there are angsty teens in suburban bedrooms.
This song used to be the ultimate “fuck you ex-boyfriend” cardio workout jam. The kind of jam that releases steam and tightens yo bunz. Holla at ya gurl, Hayley Williams!
So I guess HBO isn’t totally in the dark about the financial situation of every 20 something in the US. Here’s the first ep they’re streaming for free. I hope it’s as good as the hype!
UPDATE: I loved it!!! Pretty realistic, no matter what Jezebel says. I mean seriously, they can be sooooo annoyingly picky about details:
Girls opens with 24-year-old Hannah (played by Dunham) out for dinner at a fancy restaurant with her parents where she’s hunkering down on a plate of spaghetti like there’s no tomorrow. Later, she eats a cupcake in the bathtub. Maybe, you think, that Hannah was raised in the wild, like Nell, but no. Her parents are professors that just couldn’t be bothered to teach her how to eat at a table.
Who gives a fuck! Has anyone ever met the child of a reverend or minister? They were the biggest party monsters of the high school crowd. Come on, what a weak argument. Maybe they’re trying to be cool in knocking a show down over picky details as “20 somethings are lazy, she’s ungrateful and needs a job” or “her parents are professors and she doesn’t know how to salsa dance? Totally unrealistic.” BLAH. Maybe if the show was unrealistically feminist and bitchy, someone at Jezebel might like it.
What did you think of Girls? I’m totally fangirling on Lena Dunham.
From Dick Montgomery on the Jezebel article: People love to hate millennials. We’re shifting the paradigm and it’s pissing old people off.
They are still this terrified of talking to women. Image via buzzfeed
Having frequented many a night club over my of-drinking-age age, I’ve at least come to one conclusion: There is no need to be such a sour Sally to complete stranger-men asking you to dance.
Yes, boys and men in dance clubs can sometimes be horrifying. They are normally wearing suits that are a size too big for them (bless their hearts!), some kind of Affliction shirt and more often than not a pound of hair gel holding their murky brown hair into a never-moving state of “that guy looks creepy.”
Relax, Emma Watson. He may just have really, really bad hair. Image via thejay.com
So many times I’ve seen women be straight up rude as fuck when an unwanted guy asks her to dance. This weekend, I decided to take a nice approach to this type of guy asking me to be his partner in busting a move. A simple “Thanks but I’m here with my friend” plus a kind smile was enough to politely decline and not add (I’m bitchely yet realistically assuming) another rejection to a guy who’s trying to dance with and meet women.
When I think about these nameless and faceless men in bars and clubs, I think about my guy friends in bars or clubs who want to ask a cute girl to dance but don’t because they’re afraid of rejection. Have women and society totally just fucked with men’s minds when it comes to interacting with women in a public space, or does somebody need to get a thicker skin when it comes to dating and relationships? Probably a little of both.
However as a woman, have you ever tried approaching a guy you thought was cute? It’s kind of really horrifying. Times that by a million and that’s what our guy friends and other people’s guy friends are doing every single weekend. Puke. Scary.
OF COURSE, there are circumstances when guys don’t give up and it’s just too much. This can be Ryan Gosling hot or Ted Bundy bad bad bad. If a guy or anyone for that matter after a couple polite pleas is being a dick, then the attitude is definitely warranted to surface, because rudeness after a polite “no thanks” is simply unacceptable on their behalf.
No we don't! But dating could very well end up like this if we all keep being jerks. Image via bilgrimage.blogspot.com
We, men and women, are not so different. We have beating hearts and bodies and minds that want to meet other beating hearts, bodies and minds. So, the next time you’re in a club and a guy you are not into asks you to dance, simply decline the offer politely because it’s the proper thing to do. Treating others kindly in moments of vulnerability can maybe make this dating thing a little easier on all of us.
Being a part-time gal in a full-priced world, it can sometimes be difficult to find reasonably priced services, such as getting your hair done. All I gotta say is roots were coming in and ends were straggly. Bad hair can ruin your day. So I asked around to hot girlfriends I know and was recommended the JUUT New Artists Academy in Uptown.
Let me start by saying this place is a great experience. You walk in and it’s almost trippy how attentive everyone is. I’m not used to strangers offering to take my coat and get me coffee upon arrival. Strangers normally want a cigarette or all of your money. It felt odd, grownup and awesome.
I desperately needed my roots filled in and a haircut. I had two different stylists who were in their 20s working on me, and they were both awesome. I started off with Kayla. We swapped 7th grade hair horror stories and ex-boyfriend chatter as I continually got pumped with free coffee caffeine, the best kind! My hair color turned out amazing and I was so grateful that Kayla was a rad chick with mad talent.
For the haircut, I went over to Robbie who gave me the most attentive hair cut I’ve ever had in my life. His passion for cutting hair was apparent. Even as I sit here, two days later with bathtub water hair, the cut makes it look like I styled it. That’s fucking genius, and a haircut everyone should have if they don’t like styling their hair everyday.
I highly recommend these two hair wizards. The haircut was $25 and the color was $60. For living in a city and getting amazing hair afterwards, that’s a very good price.
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Lana del Rey has such great hair. I’ve been channeling her color frequency, and it is ballin’.
Okay, this lady has too many fucking raincoats. Image via rinklyrimes.blogspot.com
When I awoke this great morn to find that it was cloudy and raining, my first thought was not “FUCK LIFE WHY IS IT RAIIIIIIIINING?!” Instead, I took a positive route: “FUCK YES. I get to wear my raincoat!”
I don’t often think about raincoats, but I saw one in Target a month ago and thought to myself “hey, that’s not a completely useless thing I could buy. I’ll take it!”
I’m not afraid to say it: Raincoats are the most marginalized group of the jacket community. Sometimes there are those hybrid jackets that are wintry, warm and water-resistant, covering the three Ws of jackets. Well, I’ve got another one for you: Whore. Dirty little jacket whores. Why ya gotta take all the fun out of raincoats?!
Here are some amazing raincoats that could really make you excited and even wishing for rainy days.
Raincoats that will blow your mind
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This is my raincoat. $29.99 and it comes in blue, green, red, yellow and purple. It’s amazing, and not super crinkly or stiff to the point that it’s making a shit ton of plastic noise everywhere I go. It’s important that your clothes don’t make noise, unless you’re into that. Perv.
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This raincoat is the definition of the song “Funky Cold Medina.” It’s $68 and comes in one color: Fucking awesome.
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This one from Urban Outfitters is good for the sportier of folk. It comes in red and yellow and is $69.
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Très cute. $58.95 on sale. This puppy is a little see-through with a lace-like design. Perfect if you like your raincoats risqué.
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This raincoat looks like a kindergarden art project. LOVE IT. $49.99 on sale.
So there ya go. Now stop being a heathen street kid, walking around in a winter parka in April just because it’s raining. It’s really embarrassing for you. You’re better than that. (No offense to street kids, who don’t have iPhones or laptops upon which to read this blog. I also realize umbrellas exists, and if you’re an umbrella enthusiast go fuck yourself then disregard this post. Hugs!)
And if you live in a place where it never rains, I feel bad for you son. You got 99 jackets and a rain ain’t one. Hit me!
American Reunion is kind of the fourth movie in the American Pie series. There was American Pie, American Pie 2, American Wedding and now American Reunion with the same cast from the original flick. Then there were all those teen, super soft-core pornish movies under the title American Pie Presents that were straight to DVD and pretty successful due to horny kids and weird adults.
You know what you’re getting into when you see an American Pie movie: Dick jokes, blow jobs, pubic hair, MILFs, awkward sexuality, sex with inanimate objects and unnecessary nakedness. Those things are the cornerstone of the AP movies, and American Reunion is no different.
The cast is older, obviously. Some look a little more worse for wear than others. We all know what Tara Reid has been through. It was nice to see her working. Jason Biggs looks exactly the same to the point where it must be witchcraft. Thomas Ian Nicholas who plays Kev will always have a place in my heart from the movies he was in A Kid in King Arthur’s Court. He definitely has some crows feet and awkward facial hair in the movie, but that shit happens. The rest of the cast kind of looks the same as always.
Fuck yeah! Image via rottentomatoes.com
In terms of inside jokes, which you would have to know if you’ve seen the previous big screen films, they are EVERYWHERE. It’s almost exhausting how many jokes and references to the old movies are running rampant. Milfs, Jim jerking off and something horrible happening to him, Finch and bathrooms, anything Stiffler says, etc. It’s like the movie had those VH1 pop-ups in verbal form!
The movie definitely took a progressive step (for an American Pie movie) in featuring bro-y gay men kissing and getting married who are friends of Stiffler. If there’s a young demographic that needs to be exposed to more forward thinking, I’m pretty sure it’s most of the American Pie fans. Also, sexual awkwardness, humiliation and gain were for the most part equal among the genders. You see Stifler going down on a ‘fat chick who gives great head’ just to have her be like “thanks, now fuck off.” Hell yeah. I guess American Pie has portrayed equal sexual favors for everyone since the beginning. Good for them.
This movie is worth watching if you’ve got a dollar and a Redbox when it comes to DVD. Sometimes you just need to laugh about penis jokes and see people get into horrible, awkward situations. Plus, it’s nice to see a group of people working that haven’t really been in a lot of other movies with the exception of John Cho (hell yeah Asian actors, I want an Asian pop star!!!). It almost feels like the American Pie cast was meant for these roles, because they all play them really well. It’s a group of faces that makes you feel something, whether it be about your awkward sexual youth or a group of high school friends reuniting. We can relate to both, so even if the dialogue is rushed and the plot is predictable, it still feels good to watch these goons doing crazy shit.
Sidenote: The budget for wigs was obviously whack because they were AWFUL. xoxox!
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