I came away from that series with a stronger dislike of country music than I had before.
What do you get when you play a country music album backwards?
You get your girl back, you get your truck back, you get your dog back…
" I’m going to use the tradition of love and cheer for my Christian holiday as a chance to vent my spite."
Such a nice light, on this hospice of psychotropics.
It’s an interesting story. I don’t know if this story covers it, but there was an entire obsessed subreddit who were fixated on her.
This is a good read as well. And recent.
Just gonna note that I like that Papa Joe takes my advice.
light years ahead of ya
slenderwoman
But…wouldn’t that be Satanic?
I actually like some country songs, but it sure seems like a lot of them are about wallowing in self-pity from some self-induced personal setbacks, and they’ve apparently learned next to nothing from the experience. Certainly one way to fill an album.
Though the overt use of swearing in public - especially for events for kids - is new.
I’m vacationing in the Psychotropics this year.
Beware the brilliant light and tip generously.
Always an exception to the rule. For “Country is Crap” it’s the Cowboy Junkies.
I’m listening to the “Blackeyed Man” CD right now.
Sigh…all these unnecessary difficult and painful decisions. Hope you have a nice visit despite the b.s. A coworker was telling me that she was dreading an upcoming family thing a few weeks ago, but said it ended up being really enjoyable even with the unvaxxed relatives there.
Warm wishes to one and all!
I can’t remember ever believing. My mother told the story that when I was just a couple of months past my second birthday, my grandmother was reading me a goodnight story on Christmas Eve upstairs in bed while my father and grandfather were down in the basement wrestling to put together a bouncy-horse for the next morning. When Grandma was done I said to her, “are Grandpa and Daddy putting my horse together?”
My mother also said she got a lot of vitriol from the neighborhood mothers when I announced to the other kids that there was no Santa Claus. It wasn’t that my parents and grandparents didn’t play the Santa game, it was that I apparently never fell for it. When my youngest sibling arrived after a long gap, the rest of us older ones did have fun playing the Santa game with her, but IIRC she stopped believing after 3 or 4 years. The last year I remember her really believing it, she was also just two.
Still trying to wrap my head around the “sexual revolution.” I feel it was all a big con to get women to be more exhibitive while men acted as kids in a candy store. I was too young to participate but it lingered into the 80s at least, and has probably led to the incels of today.
Any of us old enough to have lived through it feels the same way.