@PAMD_AD In my experience, checking them immediately is a high risk / high reward scenario. In a shocking amount of my experiences they had never heard a real pro-female argument.
@FranziaMom By far the biggest generation gap for me is that I was trying SO HARD to fuck as a teenager, meanwhile they are just so puritan about it for reasons they create as barriers to any real connection
@staticbluebat They were so fundamental to my musical growth that I can barely tolerate Strokes slander of any kind, but I will say they were indeed average in a NY punk throwback kind of way that was pretty dead in 2001. In a very glossy dead-eyed era they were just some dudes and it ruled.
The Strokes' Julian Casablancas clarified his remarks about privileged white "American Zionists" during a speech at Oxford Union speech, explaining that his criticism was aimed at "settler style Zionist expansionists."
"Discrimination obviously is vile. And I think antisemitism is stupid and small-minded and vile. Many of my most dearest friends happen to be Jewish, and some are the most moral, bright, wonderful people I've ever known. If you're Jewish or Muslim or anything other than a Nazi type, wonderful. You are my brother. Be proud. Devout. You should love Israel, and I want to be able to go there, and I want to know it's going to be a safe place. And that's all well and good at this point.
"Now in terms of dividing up the word Zionism, I think the true nerve point really comes down to one thing, and that is 'expansion.' Expansion is the key concept, I think, more than a vague nationalism or love of a country — meaning Israel settlements and greater Israel. You can love England and want its inhabitants safe without wanting it to control India, for example. The greater America project is insane to me, but I don't feel the need to be defensive 'cause I'm American. I can differentiate. I can say 'it's fucked.' I can say (larger) reparations are . . . far overdue.
"So the Zionist convo, I think, is very muddled right there. So as we don't have ideal distinctions yet in our public discourse. The only litmus tests people kind of use instead, for anyone, non-Jewish as well . . . is if you can acknowledge and agree there's been a genocide toward Palestinians. Then, basically for the peace activist, the drama is over right there. The conversation can move on and there are no qualms. You're an ally of peace, and we move on to bigger and better things in unity. There's no disagreements.
"However, from the perspective even of Jewish peace activists, if there is a weird reciting of certain propaganda points, which includes not being able to say it's a genocide, it's kind of akin to not being able to say Black Lives Matter. You're showing you maybe don't quite get what the issue is . . . If the only thing you can bring yourself to say is 'Netanyahu is the problem' or 'Well, I believe Israel has the right to exist,' you are perhaps accidentally signaling to some that you indirectly, maybe by accident, whoopsie, are supporting Jewish supremacy and white supremacy in a sense. It is a sort of dog whistle to those who are fighting to see basic equal rights for any and all."
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@SigmaBarrier Black Sabbath
Is This It
Closer
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Clube de esquina
Aquemini
Since I Left You
Stop Making Sense
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Velocity
It carried all the way down to my other foot before slowly stopping, the dull thuds of my panicked fight for survival and the trials and tribulations of the Hogan family lightly masking distinctly Dutch laughter.
Went to Amsterdam on a study abroad detour. Four of us went to a coffee shop, three of us ordered our own joints, one stayed sober. None of us had ever smoked before.
I took one hit and, in hindsight, had my first psychedelic experience.
I noticed my foot was falling asleep. Then I noticed that that tingling sensation was spreading slowly up my leg. It continued through my body as I kept slapping at various body parts trying to stop it, wondering if I was going to die when it got to my brain. (I didn't die.)