I have a deep love for Jefferson Airplane. It is a love so deep that I can’t help but feel a certain amount of goodwill for Jefferson Starship and Starship. So that definitely colours my reaction to this GQ oral history. I read it last night and have been mentally arguing with it ever since.
I have an essay’s-worth of thoughts, but I’ll boil it down to three things.
- There is no way We Built This City is the worst song of all time. It’s a perfectly fine pop song that merely suffered from being overplayed.
- I’m not a fan of oral histories in general. While it is vitally important to collect people’s stories in their own words, that’s not enough when presenting this information to the public. Context matters, and evaluation of sources matter. Just because somebody says something doesn’t mean it’s true.
- I think this piece is unnecessarily nasty towards Grace Slick (who clearly chose to not participate, but of course there’s no context or comment on that, because of the weakness of the pop culture journalism oral history format).
An Oral History of “We Built This City,” The Worst Song of All Time (GQ, via Go Fug Yourself)
First off: happy screams that Jane Marie is on The Hairpin! There is a The-Toast-dot-net-sized hole in my heart (that is, a gaping chest wound) since the site shuttered earlier this summer, but The Hairpin has had some good moments lately, and seeing Jane Marie back there is a good one.
Second: I totally scoffed at the concept–after all, I wear a lot of denim–but the sketches and outfits look cute.
Third: but does she only draw thin women?
I’d like to flip through this book once, but don’t feel the need to own it.
You Might Actually Want This Book About How To Wear Jeans (The Hairpin)
Another Yeezy Season 4 link, because apparently I’m not done being annoyed by this. It was shallow, abusive, and meaningless when Vanessa Beecroft was doing it in galleries; and it’s shallow, abusive, and meaningless when Kanye West does it as “fashion.”
The Models at Kanye West’s Yeezy Season 4 Show Deserved Better (The Cut) [I’d argue that all models–all women–deserve better, but West’s show was particularly egregious.]
Ah, bless you, Kevin Bacon.
Bacon by Bacon (YouTube)
I would not have thought that Harry Styles’ real estate doings would interest me at all, but this look at his latest LA home is quite entertaining. I’m sort of into the putting green?
Harry Styles Pays $7 Million for a New Los Angeles House in an Ultra-Top-Secret Deal (Yolanda’s Little Black Book, via this also surprisingly entertaining One Direction’s Week in Review on The Hairpin)
There are many reasons I’d love to re-visit Nashville: the music, the bars, the three-pairs-for-the-price-of-one cowboy boots. Hot chicken (and male tears) have now been added to the list.
The Burning Desire for Hot Chicken (The Ringer)
Oh my, this house. While the thought of sleeping under a 40 year old bedspread grosses me right out, this house is rather glorious in its own over-the-top, WTF, my-eyeballs-are-bleeding-but-I-love-it kind of way.
This House Hasn’t Been Touched Since the ’70s And It’s For Sale if You Want It (Buzzfeed)
While Kelly’s general “don’t talk to women” advice is fantastic, I would be delighted if a man told me (in a non-work-related environment) that my hair looked like “night time ocean.” I sincerely hope that Kelly consents to answer more questions from Jesse. (I have been reading his work, and I am charmed, I tell you. Charmed.)
Should Men Compliment Female Friends and Coworkers on Their Hair? (The Hairpin)
I’m obsessed with sunscreen right now. UV radiation is just so much more insidious and damaging than I previously knew, and now I never leave the house without it.
This post from KindofStephen is sort of next-level stuff, but interesting and good to know. And there is a ton of helpful sun protection information in the related links.
Despite being the perfect age for it, I was never into the Baz Luhrmann Romeo and Juliet–I could never get past the ridiculousness of the plot. Plus (let’s be honest here) I was rather too pretentious to appreciate the “pop-culturizing” of Shakespeare. But I was surrounded by plenty of Leo-love at my all girls high school, and this check-in with those old sexy feelings is spot on.
Is Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juliet the Most Erotic Film of All Time, or was I Just a Dememnted 14-year-old? (MTV)