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Round 2
Pick the cover song you like better.
The Man Who Sold the World* by Nirvana
Warm Leatherette** by Grace Jones
Vote solely on the cover versions, NOT the original songs.
Original artists included for clarification purposes only.
* originally by David Bowie
** originally by The Normal
Oof, tough matchup. I nominated this cover by Grace Jones. I do wanna talk about why I felt this song belonged in this tournament.
So the original song by The Normal is based on a book called "Crash". Its about a group of people who are sexually aroused by violent and deadly car accidents. The song reflects this well enough. To me, the song feels very mechanical and violent. Its a very novel song! Its been covered a lot actually!
The reason I especially like the Grace Jones cover is I think this cover really does acknowledge that this violent car accident imagery is supposed to also be *sexy*. It strikes such a neat dissonance between the subject matter and the tone of the performance that really fits the original source material.
I can accept that this song is probably going out in round 2, but it does seem like as good a chance as any to talk about what I think makes a good cover: that opportunity to take an existing work and come at it from a different angle.
So yeah. Please listen to Grace Jones' take on the sexy car accident song.
yo mama so stupid she thought sans thre skkeletin was her skelotn an d put imh insidm of hrr
why can rockstar games institutionalise you for life like nikita kruschev for being autistic
He didn't steal 10 million dollars. They made that number up as a loss, they never fucking had it. Rockstar has spent more than a billion fucking dollars on GTA VI and will likely make billions more when it gets released.
Uber is a fucking shell game of a company designed to leech investor capital and output bootleg cabs.
Nvidia posted a profit in 2023 of $4.37 billion. This is like someone stealing less than a penny from me.
And they lock this kid in a prison hospital for LIFE?
Capitalism is disgusting.
Nobody should buy GTA til they free Arion Kurtaj
What with GTA VI going up for pre-order i'd just like to remind everyone that rockstar conspired with the UK government to lock an 18-year-old away for life for hacking them.
another $15 million to transgenders
sometimes I see ads for AI girlfriends and I think to myself god I wish I were that stupid.
got 30 ish free tangerines and they're not easy peel clementines but my lust for them is undimin is dhed. my hands are covered in juice. as is my phone. and my self. and my table. but such is the price of free tsngerone. i stopped tyoing this posy 4 time to eat anothrt tangerine
PARENT: I got "rubber duck" for my child's "bath" and she loves it.
AUTISM RESPONSE: Rubber ducks and other rubber bath toys can accumulate mold on the inside because of small holes underneath where moisture becomes trapped. The mold often goes unnoticed because it's not visible from the outside.
CORRECT RESPONSE(?): That's nice, I am unaware of how mold could impact this situation.
What’s a bara, papa?
its like yaoi but for men who smell like sandalwood and cigars
im so sick of unnecessary dinner scenes in movies 😡 every fucking movie they just want to titillate you with some food because they think you’re a dumb animal who just wants to see mashed potatoes bouncing. if its an IMPORTANT dinner scene where they explain lore then whatever i understand. but they shove useless meals into every movie these days and its disgusting
“its supposed to show interplay between characters” um they can do that in church 🤨
has anyone considered that it was probably her house too. where else was she supposed to put her chintz?
I like this question because I think it really gets at the power dynamics at the center of the poem!
The poem frames "him" as subordinate in several ways, not just to the narrator ("i fuck him on the floor": not that getting fucked is inherently subordinating, but the narrator has all the agency in the phrase, "he" doesn't decide what happens or where) but also to "his wife". She has filled the house with chintz, meaning it wasn't his decision or his actions. "Filled" is also a choice of words that suggests that there is no space for him in the home: the only place left for him, not already filled, is the floor. To me this framing invokes the trope of the henpecked husband, whose wife has taken dominion over the home and who has ceded its control to her because it, as the domestic space, is "supposed" to be hers.
This trope, of course, is misogynist in its normative rendition: it reinforces gender essentialism, it erases the significant material benefits such "henpecked" men derive from the domestic labor of their spouses, and it dismisses women's expressions of suffering and attempts at negotiating terms for their relationships as "nagging." In the narrator's dismissal of the wife's possessions as "chintz" (frivolous, feminine, contrasted with what is "real") we can see this same misogyny at play.
The narrator's misogyny, and the central fact of the poem which is that the husband is getting fucked by someone other than the wife, quite possibly flip the power dynamics of the poem on their heads. The wife is now subordinated: both by her social marginalization based on gender (a marginalization which drives her into the home and confines her there, like OP so cogently points out! As "he" has run out of room in the home and can only get fucked on the floor, so has she run out of room socially; the only place she can control and make decisions like filling it with chintz is the home), and by the narrator who is fucking her husband in her home.
There's an additional dynamic in reading the narrator as male, which most readers seem to have done: it invokes the particular, bitter misogyny that men-loving-men sometimes direct at women expressing femininity. There's an envy to it, of course--straight and straight-passing women get to (are forced to) express desire for men, have sex with men, marry men, love and be loved by men. His wife gets to be his wife: the narrator gets to fuck him, in their home. Straight and straight-passing women also get to (are forced to) perform femininity: they can buy chintz and decorate with it, without being devastatingly punished for it like people presumed to be men are from the time they're babies. The envy mixes with misogyny to produce disdain, disgust, dismissal. We can read the narrator fucking him on the floor of their home as an expression of power and dominance (again, not that the fucking has to mean the narrator is topping, or that topping is inherently dominant, but the phrasing is stark: "i fuck him", the narrator acts upon him as an object/recipient), not just over him but over the wife in absentia as well.
Noting that "to keep it real" is AAVE, we can also introduce race as a potential lens; is the narrator, despite their dominant language, subordinated based on race in this dynamic? Is the narrator not just claiming a dominant role, but perhaps also stereotyped and limited into it as a Black person? Is the disdain of the chintz also an expression of class difference, of a rejection of the display of white wealth on the part of the wife? This is pretty speculative, of course: the use of AAVE could also be appropriative, which would suggest another tactic by the narrator to lay claim to masculinity and toughness, since non-Black people often use AAVE to try to invoke racist stereotypes of strength, violence and resilience.
I think one of the things that makes the poem so compelling for being so short is the struggle at the heart of it, this complicated jostling for power between three people and their actions over time (the wife "has filled" the house, in the past: the narrator fucks him in the present, perhaps in the habitual). Who controls the house? Who controls "him"?
Great poem, great discussion question, love everyone in this bar <3
Remember how Xenoblade Chronicles was an anime in the mid-90s that never officially came to the west, and the only way to watch it was on bootleg tapes? Okay, I made that up. But this is how it might’ve looked!
Needed to get this off my chest to someone. But. I think someone should make Queen Elizabeth smoke a joint that's laced with weed so she dies. Literally foolproof
you want to give her a joint. laced. with weed. a joint. with weed in it. you want to give her a joint. and she looks at it and says. "oh a diet joint" and she goes to smoke it but then it's. it's weed. and she hates it? I think? and she dies. from the weed?
I do think I want kids and I’ve been thinking about kids a lot and I think one of the scarier parts of it is navigating gender. I’m not too concerned about raising strong and empathetic boys who respect women because it seems pretty easy, you show them Grace Jones as a child. All the strong and empathetic boys I know who respect women have mentioned being very impressed by Grace Jones at a young age. Raising daughters is scarier because you don’t want to control them but it also seems really important to keep them away from creepy older men who will invariably try to groom them into being some sort of sex object, from what I’ve seen this is very effective at derailing a woman’s life for 5-20 years if she falls into it. I think showing the daughters Grace Jones probably helps with that, because she has so much inherent dignity in her demeanor, her beauty is almost an afterthought which is the way it should be for women. Non-binary kids I don’t know too much about because the cultural scripts aren’t super developed for that yet but I figure you probably have to let the child direct you, and show them Grace Jones.