April 6, 2004


Big Cheese

Everyoneís all in a fuss that today was the ten year anniversary of Kurt Cobainís death. Itís embarrassing to admit, but at one point that would have meant something to me. I was obsessed. Thereís nothing like a cute suicide to stir a teenage girlís heart. Now all I can think of are the mall kids in Nirvana t-shirts. Even at the time I knew it was a cheesy suburbanite obsession, but there was nothing else to dwell on and everyone has got to idolize a rockstar at least once in their youth. It was hardcore idolization. I was in love.

Now I know better and Iím wondering why Spin Magazine hasnít moved on. In the nineties we thought everything sucked and were hoping desperately that someone would come up with something better, it seems they havenít. I'm afraid the movers and shakers have gotten lazy and keep choosing re-runs. Iím ready for something new. Teen angst is so tiresome.

Posted by on April 6, 2004 12:00 AM
Comments

I am more in love with Kurt Cobain now than I was at the time of his suicide, mostly because of his adorable, teenage-girl-esque journal. His deep thots and whining and margin doodles are so endearing, more so than his music I think. BTW Lady, you are brilliant.

Posted by: emily on April 7, 2004 9:56 AM

Thank You! I'm greatly appreciate the compliment, because lately I've felt totally one up-ed since you're blog is so fucking awesome.

Posted by: the lady on April 7, 2004 7:07 PM

awesome it may be, but no one has commented on it at all. AT ALL. EVER. We really just need to put up Paris Hilton vagina wallpaper or something, anything to invite the google hits. But you are going to love Bennett's upcoming review of SECRET CUTTERS!!!!!
Speaking of secret cutters AND of Kurt Cobain, we have probably already told you the story of the girl who carved KURT on her forearm and it healed funny and later read 'URT.' Really stymied her cheerleading career.

Posted by: emily on April 8, 2004 3:13 PM
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