or about how hard it was not to blog about all this stuff when it was happening because it would have felt unfair and somehow classless.
(i relied on other outlets. my other friends. my solo record. and youtube. i urge you to go re-watch that avril video. the pain was real, dude).
this is so disturbing. I'm not sure how to say this without making it sound overdramatically like I feel betrayed (because that is not true). But I would give all the intimate blogs about sponges and everything else for one that covers what is really going on.
It's like "yeah i can talk about everything. that's the concept. breaking tabus, questioning limits..." sure, it is a different situation because it's an internal problem and writing might hurt brian/whoever and actually is nobodys business. but on the other hand if that is REALLY what she feels? it is fucking important. important to deal with it like with everything else. and important to keep the spirit of the blunt writing alive. and it seems to me, that NOT writing about it has somethig offending, too, if you can write about fucking anything else.
how many levels of truth are there? how much of all this was covered by other stories/means of expression? and how much distance do you have to get before you actually can write aboout something? but is it still true then after the wait?
i'm sorry. i'm uber sleep deprived and frustrated because i'm naive. learned something new today. just ignore me., I'll probably delete my post in a minute or two.
and yeah to gender stereotype books...
having said that, i think it's absolutely amazing that they stop now, although getting so much positive feedback (at least what i read...) for no,virginia and everything else, but because they're not feeling it right now. do what you want, but DO it, and if it's only half-assed stay away. long live the punk cabaret:)