Only When the Goal is Unattainable

A dear friend sent me the link to this video and I’m kinda hooked. Funny how much I’ve been drawing from Youtube lately, it is unintentional! At the same time that I don’t want this to become some kind of personal guide into online videos, I love it when I am introduced to new music that touches me, and this definitely does. Voice like dripping honey on a warm sunny afternoon.

(Bitch)

 

:p

When We Pretend That We’re Dead

Don’t you just love television?

 

Such a broad medium. Can capitalise on anything! Death, in particular, for the subject of this conversation, is quite striking.

Dude dies.

 

Suddenly, Kill Bill 1 & 2 is gracing my screen.

 

I *feign outrage*.

 

Truth is, I rather like it. I Love It In Fact.

All these years of action heroism being the domain of Arnie; Beefy; What’s-His-Face-O’Farrell; Ludicrously-Named-Vin Diesel. I bet all these men have hands as soft as 300 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, but it just seems right that they get these really ridiculously OTT action roles, where they massacre millions, and we never even stop to consider how outlandish it is because they are strong, hard men.

 

So, despite the obvious cash cow mooing in the fields of my televisual incarceration tonight, I rather enjoy seeing those same outlandish roles applied to women. Uma Thurman, Lucy Liu, Daryl Hannah, Vivica A. Fox, I SALUTE YOU. You are HARD AS!

 

The suspension of disbelief necessary to make female roles such as this believable requires a bit of art; but we are so used to Mel Gibson or Bruce Willis playing characters way outside the scope of their reality that we don’t even question it as being fantasy! So tonight, mysterious death in Bangkok or not, I’m indulging in a hardcore motherfucker woman fantasy of my own.

 

Ahhhh… That’s why boys like these films so much… And who says women don’t get hit just as hard in real life!

UNSTOPPABLE!!!!!!!!

I’ve been away, folks.

 

BUT NOW I’M BACK!

 

And this is how I feel…

 

PJ Harvey, 50ft Queenie:

Hey I’m one big queen no one can stop me
Red light red green smack back and watch it
I’m your new one second to no one
No sweat, I’m clean, nothing can touch me

I’ll tell you my name F U and C K
50ft queenie force ten hurricanes
Biggest woman I could have ten sons
Ten daughters ten queens
Ten foot and rising

Hey I’m the king of the world
You ought to hear my song
You come and measure me
I’m twenty inches long

Glory glory lay it all on me
50ft queenie 50 and rising
You bend over, Casanova
No sweat, I’m clean
Nothing can touch me

Hey I’m the king of the world
You ought to hear my song
You come and measure me
I’m twenty inches long
Hey I’m king of the world
You ought to hear my song
You come and measure me
I’m thirty inches long
Hey I’m king of the world
You ought to hear my song
You come and measure me
I’m forty inches long
Hey I’m king of the world
You ought to hear my song
You come and and measure me
I’m fifty inches long
50ft queenie