Before going back to work, I was thinking, “Boy, I sure wish everyone else in the world listened to my nominal Favorite Band Of Montreal so I could blab at them about Favorite Band Of Montreal!” Then I was like well I’m just going to make some playlists of my favorite Of Montreal stuff for varying levels of listener. Do you think you can handle it? WILL YOU TAKE THE PLUNGE INTO MY BULLSHIT HIPSTER MUSIC? Well then, select your level of playlist:
I’m not much of a music fanatic. I think Rush is better than Yes. My favorite Led Zeppelin song is Stairway to Heaven. I have been know to listen to the Dave Matthews band. Adele’s 21 blew my fucking mind.
I’m into music. Yes is CLEARLY the superior band. I probably listen to at least ONE band you haven’t heard of (oh my god they’re the best). I’ve actually listened to the the other songs on A Night at the Opera, you prole.
My music should be a form of intellectual punishment. My favorite Joanna Newsom song is the longest one. My favorite Pink Floyd song is the Atom Heart Mother Suite. My favorite band is After Dinner. No, you haven’t heard of them. Thank you.
Whenever I see that vague feel good tumblr nonsense where people say EVERYBODY’S BEAUTIFUL all I think is ‘words used to mean something you asshole.’ If everyone is everything so that nobody feels bad then apples are bananas and fingers dog tuba
But also I think, why do people have to be beautiful? Beauty doesn’t make you smart or talented or useful. You shouldn’t have to be beautiful. Part of the problem with the world is that we use beauty as a judgement of peoples’ character
Maybe you don’t have to be beautiful. Maybe you’re ugly. Who cares? Who fucking cares if you’re ugly. Being ugly shouldn’t stop you from doing things.
And don’t give me that ‘beautiful on the inside’ shit, what does that even mean? Does inner beauty mean someone is…polite? Agreeable? Who the fuck cares? Inner beauty is an empty compliment for when you can’t think of a real compliment.
I’d rather live in a world where people could publicly acknowledge that you don’t have to be beautiful to be smart. Or productive. Or creative. You shouldn’t have to be beautiful to get a good job. Or to be a good parent. Or whatever the fuck your criterion is for a person to not be a waste of space. You don’t have to be beautiful to be a good dancer or firefighter or dog polisher. WHATEVER.
But nah instead of breaking down superficial expectations let’s just say everyone is beautiful YEAH THAT ACCOMPLISHES THINGS RIGHT?
Something I’ve been thinking about lately, especially with those Dove ads and such. I find it astonishing that, subconsciously or not, people seem to equate an assessment of their beauty with an assessment of their overall character. Of course, it’s still rude to go up to someone and go DAMN YOU FUGLY but having people constantly reassure each other that they’re beautiful is a bit silly as well. Like, I’ve always consider myself to be rather plain, and I’m freakin’ fine with that. I don’t need to be told I’m beautiful because I think I have other qualities that far outweigh that measure. Being ugly or plain isn’t going to ruin me.
oh okay. whatevs. I don’t mind, if you have time in the city, I can always just meet up with you there. and when we’re both in seattle we should explore some coffeeshops.
Sure, I can do whatever. I’m gonna have a rental car for the week, so I can meet you wherever you want (though I prefer not to have to park in town, I can take a train in if need be).
no I’m not you dork, I’m not moving til late august/early september
I meant that I’ll see you in Seattle
I can totally stop by though if you want, I think I have to go by the city anywho
btw that’s when I’m moving too. Hopefully I’ll be getting up there the last week of august, if I’m able to get my apartment shit sorted.
You’re gonna be in seattle ya dingus