one thing I wish someone would have told me when I was younger is that you are not a failure for not knowing what u want to do with your life at 18, or 25 or even 30. Maybe some ppl have it l figured out straight out of highschool, but I'll let you in on a lil secret: most of us dont.
The notion of having a plan at 18 that you rigorously follow and do not deviate from is a damn lie. Life is sooo much bigger than what you do for money and to think otherwise is absolutely, without a doubt 100% capitalist propaganda and you are better off not buying into that dangerous, happiness-destroying bullshit. it's okay not to know.
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I’m taking the day off from college bc being a woman sucks so I appreciate the allowance to continue badgering you. Anywho, I feel like the first time someone calls doc “mom or mama” it’s an accident. Like they were half awake or something and then:
MAMA. Or something to that effect. I feel like someone got hit with something
It’s actually Chopper who says it first.
It happens his first week on the ship. He hurts himself while not paying attention in the kitchen. He was just so excited watching Sanji cook and all the aromas that he wasn’t paying attention to the burner and leaned to close.
Zoro was busy yelling at Sanji, even though he knows it’s not really the waiters fault, because he heard him warn Chopper - he just hates seeing Chopper cry.
Doc is sitting with him in her lap as she is examining the area when he tells her: “I don’t know what having a mom is like, but, I think, if I did, a mom would be someone like you.”
After Doc finishes putting burn cream on the wound to try and take down the pain and lightly wraps it, she goes back to her shared room with Zoro and quietly sobs into her hand.
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a beautiful piece, a pop consolidation of what laurie Anderson discovered in O Superman. Thank god there’s no way this can be recontextualized (since it’s so aesthetically pure & all)
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christian Music Sucks
5/10/23
I have this very specific, strange set of songs in my head. It's kinda like mental shrapnel that never got excised, despite having long ago left christianity.
I was listening to music with my in-laws the other day, and the song "American Pie" came on the playlist. But the thing is, when I was a kid, I learned a christian parody version of it. So while a normal person's brain is going, "A long long time ago, I can still remember / How that music used to make me smile..." my brain instead offers, "A long, long time ago, a lowly couple made a journey / to a place called... bethlehem."
Yes. They made it into a christmas song.
The chorus goes, "And my, my can you feel it inside / there's no other like a brother who would lay down his life / he was sent by the father just to be crucified / so that you and I can never die / you and I can never dieeee..."
"Mambo #5" became "The Farmer Song" (Jump up outta bed at 4:02 / because a hard workin' farmer's got a lot to do / no time for a meal cuz the clock is tickin' / when you gotta milk the cows and you gotta feed the chickens—and yes it had a christian theme about faith and how god provides); "Stayin' Alive" became "Stayin' Awake," which was about being tired and trusting god to take care of your needs; "We Are the Champions" became "We Serve The Champion"; "We Didn't Start the Fire" became "We Didn't Say Your Town Right" (which was a fundraising song)—and so far I've only mentioned songs done by John and Denny who were the hosts of The Morning Show for Family Life Network in upstate New York.
Apologetix was the other big parody band from the 2000s that I remember. Among others, they ruined "Absolutely" by 9 Days by turning it into "Story of A Squirrel":
This is the story of a squirrel
Who God preserved when He drowned the whole world
And while things looked so dark and Noah's ark was absolutely flooded
Yet she's fine
You can look them up if you need a good laugh (or a good cry).
The thing is, I never know when one of these songs is going to blindside me. I'll just be walking through a store, and suddenly my brain will be singing "this is the story of a squirrel" and it'll get stuck in my head for hours. Mental shrapnel, like I said.
I find find that these moments trigger a very special kind of rage.
Because here's the thing: most christian music sucks. And the originals of many of these songs are absolute historical pieces of art. American Pie? Bohemian Rhapsody? Sounds of Silence? As a reasonably musically talented kid, these songs were incredible to 11-year-old me, who only really had hymns and Michael W Smith for comparison. They were some of the best songs I'd ever heard—catchy, interesting, complex.
And christians ruined them.
I get it too. I get why they did it. I like Word Crimes by Weird Al a million times better than whatever the original is. And it makes sense christians might want actually good music but with lyrics that didn't offend them. I get it. Like, I remember how shocked I was when I heard the original lyrics to Mambo #5 lol. So yeah. I see the logic.
It still sucks.
It's a bit of joke now between me and my spouse. A song will come on a playlist or in a TV show, and suddenly I'll be singing some weird-ass lyrics that don't make any sense, and J will be rolling his eyes and teasing me. I usually laugh too.
But sometimes, instead, I'm struck with this deep, abiding sadness. That something as simple as culturally relevant music was ripped away from me because it was "evil." J can sing along to music with his parents, grandparents, aunts & uncles, cousins & friends, and coworkers, no matter their age—simply because he was allowed to listen to the radio. It's a shared experience, a bridge, a way to establish connection between generations, between strangers, between friends.
And yeah, of course I've now learned most of the originals. I can sing along too. But it's not the same. It's not a memory I have from childhood, of listening to the radio or having my parents introduce me to their favorite musicians or recalling the song played at my senior prom.
Everyone else isn't just sharing music. They're sharing memories. They're sharing nostalgia. They're sharing emotion.
And I'm over here stuck with "this is the story of a squirrel..."
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I have no money. I just paid rent and my graduation fee, my service dog needs a root canal, both dogs need flea/ tick/ heartworm meds, it's all so much. I have three jobs. My mom's coworker, a 45-ish year old man, just had to move back in with his mom because his job doesn't pay enough. I know multiple peers who can't afford to even live with roommates. One of our family friends had his rent go up $500 between leases, all at once. My mom's ex-boyfriend has a 1 bed 1 bath duplex that's falling apart, has no fridge, no washer/ dryer, and has vandalism issues; he currently works 40 hours a week and is searching for a second job to afford his home.
This is a mess! It's not just affecting millennials and gen z, either. How can the older generations say we don't work hard enough? Fuck this.
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