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Men always say that as the defining compliment: the Cool Girl. She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means that I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see these men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much - no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version - maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: ‘I like strong women.’ If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because ‘I like strong women’ is code for ‘I hate strong women.’)
I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to like cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.
But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed - she wasn’t just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren’t, then there was something wrong with you.
Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn. (via thewirrow)

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TL;DR ‘I can’t’ is another expression for ‘Ignorance is Bliss’ and it’s pretty empowering too
Only will you find bliss in ignorance when you are uttering the words, ’ I can’t ’ because as an intellectual, you aren’t able to process the nonsense that is wasting your time by the second. First, you find yourself losing patience because the apathy filling the air is taking away from your physical being, making it hard to breathe. You’re feeling that precious time slipping away to never return to you. Someone or something has stolen a piece of your life from you that you cannot get back. After a long series of questioning things some people don’t have the mental capacity to answer justly, you begin to wish you could let go of your depth of perception like them. It would be so much easier if you could numb yourself to reality and blame ignorance to avoid responsibility. Perhaps, they could be just as conscious as you, only playing into ignorance to distract you from their selfish motives. Between the former and the latter, you’re acting as a pawn in a losing game. Losing your mind now doesn’t seem like such a bad thing. In fact, losing it may feel like you could be gaining a sense of false clarity. But, why submit? You are a strong person. You’ve made it this far while keeping your wits about you. Making a statement like, ‘I can’t’ is nearly empowering for the sake of standing up for yourself. Saying it out loud places a screeching halt to everything that is trying to bring you down. It also leaves an open door for you to walk out of at anytime for you to make an attempt for lost times. 
To my humble 20 followers,

Thanks so much for your support and your continuance to follow me regardless of the absence of posts I’ve been contributing to your feeds. BUT BEST BELIEVE YA GIRL HAS BEEN MAKIN MOVES! About three months ago, I made a life changing decision to uproot and move from Norfolk, VA all the way to Los Angeles, CA. I know, random right? Not so much, if you take a good look at where music is going and growing, the City of Angels is the place to be. Experimental sounds with exceptional melodies are making a huge impression here in 2014. I am here to run with it in the Wild West. I feel more inspired than I ever have before. This is the place for me. I sacrificed a lot to be here in this city’s flourishing state of artistic uprising, but it is worth every second of struggle it has taken to be able to write to you all from my studio apartment in sunny California. IRL to URL, from this magical place, I will be bringing you a more intimate feel of the artists and producers who are painting the city gold with their illustrious sounds. 

Sour Milk Gang Vol. I: The Milk's Gone Bad

This week the dairy truck has been taken over by the men of Sour Milk Gang. These cream weavers are distributing a 4x4 crate of raw lactose, and the milk’s gone bad. On Tuesday, SMG's sour sixteen each turned out a serving of 102% that doesn't skim and will turn more than your stomach.

 

What makes these guys so tempting (like our first time with most milk-men), is in the way you tip them, at your own discretion (; and trust me, you’ll want them to come back for more. They will, and they’ll keep you in their delivery route every time.

Mono:Massive - Calm Down

I can never put enough emphasis on the importance of a balanced life. Sometimes we all just need something to calm us down, when life can be so unnerving. Well, during my lunch break today I came upon something that placed great balance to a grey Tuesday. Once I got home for my temporary moment of relaxation, I sat down and immediately engaged the internet to escape my very mundane work day. Hungry for something chill, sweet, and filling, I went to my Soundcloud dashboard. And because it is Tuesday, I knew the selection of freshly produced music would be plentiful. As I’m sorting through the pickings, I glance at Mono:Massive. Just his name is enough to catch my eye, and knowing he’s a producer out of Austria only increases my curiosity. Then, a double-take once I catch a view of the tag-line that reads “synthjazz” Um … Yes, please. I look closer to see grandma ridin’ in her pink suit giving me the thumbs up. Yes. I’m buying even though it’s free.

 

As I drew nearer to my speakers, I found myself an extra large helping of healthy percussion and matured electric guitar chords. Taking all of this in, Mono:Massive adds a variety of organic synths to complement his jazzy jam, making free download sound more appetizing than ever. 

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