I’ve been drinking a lot of wine lately. This is partly because the world is falling apart (on a micro and macro level), but mostly in anticipation of (read: in preparation for) my guest appearance in my friend Chris’s show, Chris Tries to Review Wine Live!, tomorrow. Because extensive pregaming practice makes perfect!
So, here are some great songs about wine. Well, really just songs that mention wine in a lyric or two, because hey, fun fact, there aren’t too many songs exclusively about wine. For shame, music industry. For shame.
Earlier this evening, I was getting off the bus when an older gentleman asked me if I was okay. I made a noncommittal noise and rolled my eyes. He took what was barely an acknowledgement of or response to his question as a green-light to then say, “I could tell by your face how sad you are, but I bet your husband brightens your beautiful face right up.”
Maybe I like my face this way! I certainly don’t need a man–let alone a husband–to brighten it up. Maybe I’m not prettier when I smile! The fact that this man assumed I even had a husband also pisses me off. Just because I am an almost thirty-year-old woman doesn’t mean I need–or perhaps more on point, even want–a husband.
I don’t think this man intended any ill-will, but he did royally piss me off. Because benevolent sexism (which is what this was) is still sexism. So, here are some of my favorite feminist anthems. Stay nasty and persist.
Lately, the world has been conspiring against me in an effort to force me to maybe not relive, but at least confront my shit-show of an adolescence. This conspiracy (yeah, I’m more than comfortable labeling it as such) has manifested through a series of crazy random happenstances in which I find myself interacting with people from high school whom I haven’t seen in years. I suppose this kind of thing is expected if you go to a NYC prep school and never leave New York. But I don’t have many fond memories of my teenage years (read: almost none), so being forced to reconcile who I am now with who I was then has been a less than pleasant trip. Let me contextualize this for you: in my high school yearbook, I was voted “Most Impatient” and “Talks Most, Says Least.” I’m not crying, you’re crying.
Anyway, here are some songs I really dug during my mid to late teens.
So, fun fact: life is hard. Over the course of almost three-decades on this earth, I’ve found different ways to cope with whatever angst or ennui I’m facing. I’m not necessarily talking about self-care here, because some of the ways I’ve managed stress over the years have been less than advisable. (Exhibit A: me, circa my late adolescence/early 20s).
In the first paragraph of the actual narrative of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick (i.e., after the weird etymology and “extracts” bullshit), Ishmael says, “Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth…and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.”
For the record, I actually hate Moby Dick (as if that weren’t already obvious), but I like this first (run-on) sentence. Unlike Ishmael, though, when I start to grow grim around the mouth, I don’t go to sea. I dance it the fuck out.
(Another fun first line of a novel to contextualize my week: “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” – Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.)
So, this edition of My Week In Music highlights some songs that help me dance this mess around.
Welcome to the inaugural post of My Week In Music, a (hopefully) recurring feature in which I describe my past week with…well, music. (Also, apparently I like naming things “My Week In ____.” Go figure.) Sometimes these posts will be thematic, sometimes they may just be the tracks I listened to most that week, sometimes…yeah, I don’t know. Let’s do this.