Since I started, here is the rest of my musical progression (“journey” has become one of my most hated words, and not just for the shitty band):

In seventh grade, Green Day’s Nimrod came out. “Good Riddance” was the big single (and probably only single people still remember, though it was a huge album – see “Good Riddance”) but I knew them from Dookie from when my third-grade friend used to play the tape before I cared about music, so I wasn’t fooled. I bought all five Green Day albums at the time and got into punk; the Internet was advanced enough at the time to guide my listening, so my favorite album that year was the Operation Ivy CD which led to Rancid, the band that rose from their ashes. Napster came out in eighth grade and I downloaded a bunch of classic albums at shit bitrates one track at a time overnight and that was my first foray into classic rock.

Somehow – I forget exactly how – I came across Jeff Wayne’s cheesy disco-prog Jeff Wayne’s Musical Version of War of the Worlds featuring Justin Hayward and that led to a short-lived but intense Pink Floyd fandom in my freshman into sophomore years, which led to prog, which led to psych, which led to Madchester by senior year, which led to alternative/indie after that. So I went from “Master of Puppets” to “Anarchy in the U.K.” to “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” to “Tarkus” to “I Had Too Much to Dream Last Night” to “Reverend Black Grape” in like four-to-five years, a pace that puts my current classical dickering around to shame. I’d like to give belated thanks to my parents for giving me a generous allowance at the time and the used record store for existing, and for offering their CDs for about half-off new. I don’t think Amazon even sold CDs for most of these years; they started out strictly a bookstore.

I’ve seen topless photos of Sydney Sweeney but that Euphoria scene really sounds like… something. Lactation lounges? More like “perverts with Meta glasses lounges”. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one – are people in Kansas really such prudes? The thing with “brave” women is that they’re expected to look gorgeous in this society so being boldly imperfect is thumbing their nose at unrealistic beauty standards, as opposed to guys who just let themselves go. Men are shallow pigs anyway; you see beautiful women with fat and ugly guys all the time but rarely the opposite. Worse is when women are called stunning and brave for doing performative-or-bog-ordinary-things-while-female – an extension of “you go, girl!”

I must say I don’t understand the burqa thing – hot in temperature? It’s cold up there, but it gets hot in them mountains, and there’s no place for sweat to evaporate under those things, but burqas haven’t really been worn anywhere in the world other than Taliban-era Afghanistan. I guess “Allah made women; the burqa made women equal” since they all look the same? Or do you mean Islamic dress in general?

I haven’t been to That Man’s website since he showed his true colors. Really, what a piece of shit he turned out to be. What a disappointment. He must be miserable, and he’s a Mormon too, east of the fucking Mississippi. Who does he think he is, Joseph Smith? If I want to read wacky reader comments there’s Mark Prindle’s site. Hi Stupids ! LAST JAM!