So if “manufactured” is unfair, what is the right metaphor for Britney’s relationship to the pop machine? Scanning the pop culture of the late 90s gives us a better possibility: mecha, the Japanese anime genre where beautiful, tragic youth fuse themselves to sublime, state of the art machines. Britney is not the machine’s puppet; she’s its pilot.

Tom Ewing, “Popular: Britney Spears - “…Baby One More Time”




I was gonna spend the night, coulda been okay

We were gonna talk all night, till I went away

I hear:

I was gonna spend the night, coulda been okay

We were gonna talk all night, till it went away

Til I went away connotes some kind of concrete real world obligation, Georgia will eventually need to go somewhere else, as people generally do. Til it went away connotes something else, some undefinable thing that can only be exorcised by talking. I’ve always heard the latter, I always sing the latter.


The Lifestyle Trilogy

It turns out that I like to write emotional essays/fanfic about the lifestyle brands of white female celebrities. So I made some images on Photoshop and collected them here for your enjoyment.

Gwyneth Paltrow, Chris Martin, Perfection, and Disappointment

(March 26, 2014)

When it was first launched in 2008, Goop was widely understood to be Gwyneth’s expensive housewife hobby, an idle brag and the next logical step after marrying a rock star, having two beautiful children, and voluntarily withdrawing from show business. But the timing also coincides with Paltrow’s recovery from postpartum depression after the birth of her son, Moses, and is just as transparently a redirection of energy after a period of genuine emotional devastation. It’s her Hameau de la Reine, its excess (and asceticism) underpinned by darker realities.

The Preserve Girl: Decoding the Mystique of Blake Lively’s New Lifestyle Brand

July 24, 2014

If the Preserve Girl’s boyfriend suggests they visit a museum or see an art film, she demurs, asking “Why does society tell us that the only real art exists inside, on a wall?” When they change plans and drive downtown to see the street art mural they read about on Thrillist, she stays in the car. “Don’t worry, I can totally see it from here,” she reassures her boyfriend. “It’s so visceral.”

Staring Into the Eternal Bliss of Lauren Conrad’s Wedding Photos

September 18, 2014

Lauren Conrad is part of the reason why we don’t need romantic comedies anymore — particularly romantic comedy heroines. How could we do better than the love lives of pseudoreality stars, particularly the high-gloss, ultraproduced world of The Hills? Though the show has been off the air for four years now (and LC hasn’t been on it for five years), that is the primary text of the Lauren Conrad experience; all subsequent ventures, i.e., her non–Adam DiVello–produced life, are sequels. We’ve followed the arc of her twenties, we’ve witnessed her heartbreaks and losses, we’ve been conditioned to root for her. Lauren Conrad’s wedding, and whatever comes next, is an afterlife of sorts, which is perhaps why reading about it is so soothing.

I’ve been working on this thing for the past little while and this is the music I’ve been listening to while I work on it and maybe you will enjoy these musics. JUST ONE IMPORTANT NOTE you have to skip the deadmau5 track at 2:50. That’s just a rule. OK have a great weekend.

Anonymous asked:

What do you do when you are having a bad bout of depression and you need to feel happy or hopeful about things?

What an uncannily timed question!

I’ve both been the depressed person and the person trying to give advice to the depressed person so frequently, I know that the things not to say drastically outweigh the things to say, so know that I know that all of this should be taken with a grain of salt. Everyone’s brains work differently. Everyone places different amounts of emotional/chemical weight in different stimuli or deprivations.

That said, I’ve never found it very productive to make “happy” the goal. “Functional” is a much less subjective goal, and oftentimes happiness is a cool side effect.

For me, going outside and getting vitamin D and sweating has a great deal of psychosomatic benefit. When I am in a bad bout of depression it feels like an actual substance or mass inside of me, and if I can distract myself with activities that make me feel like I am getting rid of it, it’s actually pretty helpful. A lot of it has to be a visualization, a trick you play on yourself. It’s sort of my bastardized version of Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, the only kind of therapy that ever really changed my thinking about depression. If I address my depression with a lot of drinking and other forms of misbehavior, part of me knows I am play-acting depression and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. You become a cartoon of a person drinking alone and Gchatting dark things to your friends with the specific intent to make them worry, and that’s cathartic, but rarely constructive. I’ve also been on the other end of that enough to know how fucking annoying that is, and one of my saving graces often ends up being my own vanity.

People who deal with depression know that a lot of times it isn’t about being sad so much as it is having a complete lack of feeling about anything, positive or negative. I know it sounds very cornball, but being in nature helps so much for me in that department. I’m a pretty visually oriented person so going to a landscape where nothing in front of my eyes resembles my day-to-day norm (my apartment, Los Angeles, my office, my computer) can throw me off in a good way. Maybe I don’t feel anything about what’s on the Internet that day, but I do feel something about how the ocean sounds. This was so hard when I didn’t have a car because your options are very limited as far as changing your scenery, but I would still get on the 2 bus and take it all the way to the beach and just lie down in the sand for a half an hour if that’s what it took. Sometimes I’d get there and it would be a beautiful, windy day in Malibu, and I’d sit there and I still wouldn’t feel anything, but I’d also be far enough outside my bubble that I could once again feel like roaming creature in the universe. You always have agency, even if it isn’t always over your brain chemistry.