Oh, Valentine’s Day, my enemy, my scourge.
It’s not that I hate couples (with the exception of those who think that “get a room” means “sure, go ahead, make out on the second car of the Red Line Inbound at 8:30 in the morning”), or hate any polyamorous variations thereon, or even, ya know, hate love. In fact, it’s partly because I’m so down with love that I hate V-Day to begin with, because, as I see it, it attempts to parcel love out into the “haves” and the “have-nots.” Furthermore, a day that began centuries ago as a saint’s attempt to help the poor but then turned into a full-on Hallmark campaign? It’s like an artist releasing their seminal album on Misra and then ending up signed with Geffen. And THAT, my friends, is SO.NOT.INDIE.
So, on the heels of the fabulous KISS post in which DJ muses about Paul Stanley’s sexual orientation, I thought I’d feed my–and perhaps your–cynicism with a little queerpunk. Here’s one of my favorite songs about love from Pansy Division:
Home alone tonight? That’s okay–at least you don’t have to maneuver a bouquet of overpriced, pesticide-drenched roses through an overcrowded restaurant while Karl Marx turns in his grave at capitalism’s appropriation of human passion. So go ahead, get comfortable. Pull up a chair, grab a homemade cookie or two, and turn up the volume…
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Haha, and that was waaaaay before they wrote that song “Alpine Skiing.” Were they in flower getup back then?
Nope, no flower getups, just lots of mincing, prancing, lisping, and making security guys uncomfortable.
I love that in queerpunk you can be loud and mincy all at once…Â
making security guys uncomfortable
… and hehehe, this is me refraining from making a bunch of really obvious bad jokes.
Heh, i didn’t even think about referring to them as “insecurity guys.” Wah-wah-waaaahhhh…
SWEET insecurity guys.
And you know…Chocolate Covered Strawberries really are the culinary equivalent of the stretch Hummer…
Took me a second to realize you were talking about a car. Oopsie.
If ya ask me, that sentence works better when it’s not about the car.
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Comment by hotshotrobot — February 14, 2007 @ 2:14 pm
Holy craps, Pansy Division!
My favorite Pansy Division story: This half-meathead/half-decent guy with whom i had a sometimes rocky friendship with in high school worked as a security/bouncer guy during college, and was working security in front of the stage when Green Day and Pansy Division came through Neenah, WI in 1994. He found me and couldn’t shut up about his discomfort:
“Those Pansy Division guys–they were all FAGS! They were making me sick! Ugh!”
I shook my head and chuckled to myself as in-your-face queerpunk shook another young man’s rigidly hetero foundation.