Run of the mill blabber

I am such a badass today.

Rawr!

….see, that wasn’t even convincing to me. Okay, I’m gonna write a few more review sort of things. The ‘Twilight’ one generated very little in the way of hits, but like any green-blooded human, I’m inordinately fond of espousing my blessed opinion on the goodness or badness or badassness of ‘things-I-deign-to-pay-attention-to’.

Here goes:

Practical Demonkeeping- the book by Christopher Moore. Thumbs up. This dude makes me laugh. I don’t know if it’s as funny as Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove, but it’s pretty funny. Like the passages in Lust Lizard that feature the warrior babe, Maggie, there are a few scenes in Demonkeeping that had me doubled over. The rest of it moves quickly, and applies familiar personalities and responses to supernatural situations, in classic Christopher Moore style. He’s kinda made his own genre out of terrifying Pine Cove citizens.

‘A Walk in the Woods’ by Bill Bryson: Thumbs way up. This book was suggested to me by someone very tall. It was great. The typical voracious reader is probably more familiar with Bryson than I was on reading this book, so you may know his pages are filled with two things: A broad-ranging cornucopia of interesting information, and a whole lot of humor. This book centers around Bryson’s quest to hike the gargantuan Appalachian Trail. I fell deeply in love with the hilarious character ‘Katz’, which added to the tremendously satisfying reading experience.

Iron Man- A-Ok. I was entertained. That’s what I went to the movie to be. Robert Downey Jr. did a fine job in the role, and he’s always fun to watch in my opinion. As far as first reels of a superhero saga go, Toby Maguire still takes the cake with his introduction of Spidey. But then, Peter Parker, the good-hearted underdog is easier to embrace than the megalomaniac Tony Stark.

Two beefs with the film: I kept hearing about the chemistry between Gwyneth Paltrow and Robert Downey Jr., and in all honesty, it just wasn’t there. She’s a very pretty lady, and she looks stunning as a red; he’s a hottie and a half, but I never got sparks from their interactions. It seemed to me they’d contentedly be plain old buddies until the end of time. What I really hated about the movie was Terrence Howard’s role. It didn’t do him justice, and I grated against seeing such a powerful, intelligent actor in such a one-dimensional character that was obviously secondary to that of megalomaniac, Stark. I give the movie a B.

Finally… the new pop hit: “Still Bleeding” by Leona Lewis- Thumbs way, way down. This song sounded so appealing when I first heard it, it sucked me right in. And then I realized my daughter was singing the lyrics, and I thought about who this song is directed to. I wasn’t sure I was hearing the lyrics right, at first, so I looked them up to be sure, cus it just didn’t seem possible that this beautifully packaged pop-song could be saying what it sounded like it was saying.

Before I recount those lyrics here, I want to point out that the target audience for most pop songs are girls ages 11-14. That’s why Britney Spears, Lindsay Lohan and Hillary Duff hit it big. Kids grew up with these girls on Disney, they idolized them. Their song lyrics are projected at the sentimental early teenage heart. Hanna Montanna is a cash-cow, she hits that demographic right on the nail.

Bearing that in mind, take a look at these popular hit lyrics by Leona Lewis:

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

*shudders*

This is not an obscure indie song, this is playing on all the big radio stations twice an hour.

I don’t even know how to express… how damaged this culture is just from the fact that the song became a hit. There’s already something masochistic about the world of female adolescence, this is when eating disorders crop up, this is the time of life when a girl is most likely to throw away her own goals, her sense of self for the approval, the admiration of a boy. Now we have a hit on the radio that essentially equates love with suicide, and the teller of that tale romanticizing the fact that he cut her open and she keeps bleeding for him, for love.

It makes me sick.

Sick.

I’m not just saying that, I got nauseated thinking about this again, so that’ll mark a close to today’s reviews. Happy Tuesday.