| Beyoncé – Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It) Lyrics | 16 years ago |
| Great. Just what girls need, right? A strong female musician singing about how, if a man wants to keep her, he has to "buy" her. At least, that's bascially what she's saying, right? That if he really wanted her, he would have paid to get a ring and slapped it on her finger. Not only is this song mostly meaningless (yes sir, don't pay him any mind, he's just my ex that I'm going to sing about for three minutes and nineteen seconds!) but it's also sexist. I hate how objectified women are, and this song is like a big fat confirmation of my hate. For someone who used to write songs about female empowerment, this is a huge step backwards. Please sing about something that is not offensive and matters, Beyonce. | |
| Rilo Kiley – A Better Son/Daughter Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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This song is everything I feel about depression in one, beautifully compressed folder. I think it's hard for people who aren't/and/or/haven't been depressed to relate to (I'm most probably wrong on that point), but depression isn't just about being sad, or wallowing in self pity. Depression is an immobilizing, horrible mental disease, that wrecks havoc on the body and mind. When I get really depressed, I can't do anything - I feel like crawling into bed and waiting for someone to come and fix everything for me. Sometimes, the depression is so real, that the mental and emotional pain becomes physical, becomes real. Sometimes, it's impossible to breath - I'm prone to panic and anxiety attacks. Sometimes, it's impossible to live, to be nice to people, and even impossible to get out of bed. Jenny captured everything perfectly in this song. When you're in a 'high', not so depressed, everything feels fucking great, like you just climbed Mount Everest. And everyone loves you and hugs you and is nice and joyous, but as soon as you hit a low point, it's like you've been deserted, abandoned - and the high point? It does feel cheap. So fucking cheap and misleading that you don't even want it anymore. And then you force yourself to smile, to grin and bear it, because you think that way, people won't be so scared of you, or that way you can force yourself into some false bliss. And sometimes I feel like I'm a horrible person, like I should die, and look forward to the day I can be a better daughter. |
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