Sex-And-The-City Tangeant #4

    Hey. It's me again. I realize how long it has been since my last post, but, I am waiting for a response to at least one of my posts before I made another post. That being said, today, I was reading an article
today about a woman who was forced to give up her child because it was a "bastard" when she was about 17. This story began in 1963. One of the reasons she was put up for adoption was her father was Jewish, her mother was Catholic. Now, the adopted child eventually met her birth parents. But, this story was eerily similar to that of my great-grandmother.
   You see, my great-grandmother's father was Jewish, her mother was Catholic. However, unlike the child in the above story, my great-grandmother was born in 1929. Also unlike the child in the above story, she never met her father & barely new her mother, & she was raised by her grandparents & aunts, whom I am assuming didn't care that her parents weren't married & just realized she was their first granddaughter & that's all that mattered. Her aunts even rejected marriage to help care for her.

   Now, knowing those stories, I have another two. In the 1950s, parents, clergy, etc. were all up in arms over a certain musician known as Elvis Presley.  Much later, say, the late 1990s, these same people who grew up arguing with their parents over the morality of Elvis Presley were shaking their bibles & picketing Marilyn Manson concerts.


    These two stories bring me to the point of this post: Uptightness: Are modern-years more uptight than the past-years? Or, are older people more uptight?

The Song That Got Away

    Hey. It's me again. I'm sorry. I'm ridiculously busy, so, forgive me if I seem off-task writing these posts.
   Anywho, I am writing this blog about something that is a  very important issue: a song.
   You see, in addition to being a Goth, I am a hard rock fan. And, there is a song that is on my beloved wishlist for my Ipod. This song I was listening to music by similar lineups of this band when I came upon a song by this band. Wondering whether it was one lineup or another, I clicked on this song. And, to my amazement, I found one of the most amazing songs I have ever heard. This song right then & there inspired the manuscript Zombie Heart (and while it was at it, improved Savant). This song felt like flight. I was inspired by this song to walk around my house. And, now, you may be wondering what exactly is the song I am now blogging about. Well, you're in luck, dear reader. The song I am blogging about is "Valhalla" by Black Sabbath, off of the Tyr album.

  But, here's the thing: When I looked up this song on iTunes, iTunes had other songs under this title, but, they did not have it. Neither did they have it under Black Sabbath or Tyr. They had other things, but, not what I had in mind. And, so, the only place I can find this song is the internet. I don't know why.

So, there's the blog about the song that got away.
   

Happy Belated 237th Birthday America!!!!: A Monologue

       Hello. Today is Thursday, July 5th, 2012. Yesterday was July 4th, or as it is called here "Independence Day". For those of you in other countries, Independence Day is another way of saying the 237th anniversary of this nation's founding. Most countries in the world don't have an Independence Day because they aren't democracies or they have been nations for over 1,000 years, and the exact date of the countries founding is unknown, & guessing would be inaccurate. Before I go on, would like to warn you not to take what I am about to say seriously, as this is like one of those Hallmark funny cards that's sold for birthdays.
  

   Ahh... America, what can I possibly say? 237 years ago yesterday, a pack of about 17 or so white guys decided to write a paper that in a nutshell said "Fuck you England" & send it to the king of England at the time, King George III. Thus began a war that led to the forming of a (in my opinion being an American) great nation. A nation that decides to make everyone spend money they don't have on a daily basis. A nation that tells its people what foods can kill them, yet sells this killer food at the cheapest prices. A nation that can decide in a national survey that a shock rocker is far more frightning than a woman that possibly murdered her own two-year-old daughter.
    But, who am I to say the problems with this nation? Other than those minor flaws, you are still beautiful. So, I would like to propose a toast. Here's to the 237 years America has been a nation! And, here's to another 237 years! HAPPY BELATED 237th BIRTHDAY TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A Decision...

Hello. I officially am typing to kill some minutes & because I have a follow up to an announcement I made in another post. Well, Goth For Sale is officially in third place. So, I am probably going to blog more about life through the eyes of a member of an alternative subculture from now on. Probably.

   Well, I was only typing this to avoid typing, because I will not be typing The Devil Horn's Toss or Savant for a while, & I need to type something. For those of you paying attention, I usually do weekly posts. I may try to do some comments to resist the urge to type, so, watch your own blogs. I may show up on yours. ;-)

Goth For Sale: What To Do When Your Subculture/A Part of Your Subculture Hits the Stores & Becomes Popular & An Important LandMark Event For Goths Like Me That Happened to Me Over The Weekend

   Hello. Today is Monday June 25th, 2012. It is a perfect day to dispense some advice for people of alternative subcultures that relate to something that happened to me & a lot of Goths, Punks, Steampunks, Vampyrs, etc. over last week. Before I do either of those things, however, I would like to make an important announcement.
   I just went onto my computer, & decided to check my beloved AspieGoth Blog. I suspected that I would have more views. AND, BY GOLLY, I WAS RIGHT! I have successfully reached 77 views, none of which are my own. The post that has received the most "fanfare" I guess it can safely be called is What Every Alternative Subculture Needs with 18 page views, with Sex-And-The-City Tangent #3 running a close second with 16 page views. There is no third-place yet. But, this is sort of Good to know. Thank You

   Now, without further ado, on with the post.
   As most of you who wear lipstick/lip gloss are aware, darker shades of both (i.e. black, maroon, plum, purple, etc.) of the makeup staples came into the fashion world earlier than expected this year. This happens to every Alternative Subculture, whether it be black/dark lipstick/lip gloss for Goths, Band Tees for certain rock groups for the Metal fans, hell, even chains for Punks, Skaters, Juggalos, members of the Hip Hop subculture, from time to time. And, I am sure a lot of you who are faithful to nonconformity are extremely up in arms about this. After all, it in your mind "ruins the idea of being a nonconformist & makes it more of a corporate thing rather than a freedom of speech/expression thing." However, I am here to tell you what to do when that particular situation comes about. I have taken this advice from The Lady Of The Manners (www.gothic-charm-school.com) & this is difficult to do, so, unlike her, I'll give the long version.
   But, basically, when anything that is  part of your subculture becomes fashionable/your subculture becomes the fashion norm, there is only one thing you can do: RUN LIKE YOUR  PUBIC HAIR IS ON FIRE TO THE NEAREST STORE SELLING THE ITEM & GO TO THE CLEARANCE SECTION!

                              Of course, there are at least three steps to this. While I tell you to do these three simple steps, I will tell you the story of what happened on Friday.

1. Do Some Research On The Said Product's Usual Distributors. I & my mother had planned this trip after I had read that black/darker lipstick/lip gloss was coming back into fashion from at least two magazines while waiting for my hair to get done. Remembering reading from Gothic Charm School that when this happens (and with the world's economy being the way it is) it usually means these such items are ridiculously cheap, we decided to do this in the evening. Too excited about knowing that I was buying black lipstick (I feel way too old to wear lip gloss.) for the very first time in my life the very next day, I immediately went online to find out which brand I wanted the most. That's where I discovered that MAC was all out of it's signature black lipstick (:,,,-()). I told my mom this. And, we agreed not to go there first.
2. Go Shopping Until You Find A Deal You Are Aware Is The Deal. After doing some errands in the morning & afternoon, we went to the Mall. Our first stop was at Ulta, a mainstream store that for all of you unfamiliar with Ulta, is a combination of Walmart & the makeup department of  Macy's. Well, we checked the Urban Decay section of the store. And, they had no black lipstick. We checked MAC & the rest of the makeup department at Macy's. Sure enough, the darkest shades they had were browns, maroons, purples, & wines. So, we went to J.C. Penny's. After learning that J.C. Penny's didn't have the lipstick, we finally decided to go to Hot Topic.
3. Go For The Deal, Even If There Are Cliches/Contradictions Attached. Well, we went to Hot Topic. The instant we went in, I discovered that Hot Topic is beginning to come to its senses, & go back to its old ways. But, once we were in for a moment, I discovered why. It was because of two (2) reasons: 1) The vampire phenomenon, 2)Marilyn Manson either finally grew his balls back, or he read my mind/blog, & is really trying hard for the comeback that I as an artist/hard rock fan believe he so richly deserves. It was playing his music when we entered. I was terrified, and we went to the back of the store, thinking it was back there. But, Mom found where the makeup & the (tada!) black lipstick was before I did. So, I marched up when she realized where the makeup was (right beside the place of payment) right to the makeup. It turns out the Blackheart collection at Hot Topic sells all makeup for $5.00. So, not only did I get my black lipstick, I got some red lipstick, & I got some eyeliner. 
4.          That is the story of the first time I have ever bought black lipstick. Thank you & goodbyee.
   
   

Sex-And-The-City Tangent #3

    Hey. I was just needing to blog to keep from typing for tonight. But, in the meantime, those of you who have seen my Sex-And-The-City Tangent will notice this Tangent is not about rock music or any subcultures. However, it is about the media, which these things are usually on. And, like Carrie Bradshaw on the television series 'Sex-And-The-City', I will ask more than one question that is to be taken rhetorically.
   Okay. I was just watching TV. And, I came across a channel on commercial break. And, I discovered an episode of a  children's show had appeared, & the show was now over in two minutes. It was an episode I've never seen fully but I've seen before. But, the television show is called 'Fairly Oddparents'. The episode was called 'Land Before Timmy' (A side note: This is a cartoon show). I'll end this paragraph, & the link will be under the paragraph.                                                      http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fairly_Oddparents
   Either way, in this particular episode,  Timmy had a really rough day technology-wise. So, he wishes for life to have no technology. And, they send him back to a time similar to the stone age, where everything is worse. And, then, some volcanoes erupt, so, he wishes for technology back.
   Now, this episode has been on at least several times already. And, I have just finally started to wonder Can humankind live without any technology whatsoever now? Or, would that make us neanderthalistic (new term coined by me) in nature?

Letting The Demon Baby Out: Why Marilyn Manson Should Get More Fanfare Than He Has Received

    Okay before I go on to today's post, I have a few disclaimers:

• I am not now nor have I ever been a Marilyn Manson fan. And, Marilyn Manson is not Goth, he is Heavy Metal. But, I am defending him for purposes I'd rather not get into right now.
• Expect to hear more about Marilyn Manson in blogs to come. I perseverate on him a lot.
• I don't want for this post to turn into Sex-And-The-City tangent #3. So, I decided to include a grievance I have about my last blog post.
• I just finished typing a couple of pages in both Borders & Envelopes and The Devil Horn's Toss, and typing took up most of my weekend and morning. And, I have some chores to do. So, needless to say, I don't want to type anymore today other than Facebook statuses & text messages, and this is going to feel tedious to me. So, just bare with me here.

     Okay. That's it for immediate disclaimers. Now, here's how I came up with the title to kill a little bit of this rectangle I'm typing in: I'll start this week's post explaining the title:
    On the show in my mind, A Gothic Tomboy From Pittsburgh, there is an episode in which Julie (*I changed her name because I wanted to. In the show, she is really Raven from the original Teen Titans, and another bombshell that is just me rambling on to make this longer that is slightly related to this, in this show, she ends up getting pregnant by Marilyn Manson. That's related in what I will reveal in a minute.) begins to have nightmares. When I hear about them, I take out my iPad & go on one of my dream interpretation apps. She tells me that at the end of the dream, she was attacked by a demon baby. (A side note: I looked this up in real life, so, I know it's true.) What I determined was there was a new, forbidding part of her life beginning that scared her. I told her this was her mind telling her to let the "demon baby" out.
     After that, I told her that's what her baby daddy did.
    And, in a way, Marilyn Manson did "let the demon baby out". He does it so often that we miss it. That is Reason Du Jour of why Marilyn Manson should receive a whole lot more fanfare than he has been given so far.
    Another reason that Marilyn Manson deserves more than what he has received so far is that every celebrity should get at least fifteen minutes of fame. I know Madonna has had at least a whole half-an-hour of fame. Rihanna, Justin Beiber, Miley Cyrus, etc., it feels like they have received twenty years of fame. While, Marilyn Manson, rather unfairly I gotta say, only received two-fourths of a millisecond of fame.
   Which brings me to my next/final reason/point: Marilyn Manson faded out of the public's line of giving a damn about in a very unfair way due to unfair circumstances. I know there are those of you out there in countries like Russia & Germany probably wondering "What the *$#% is this American bitch talking about? Marilyn Manson is still relevant where I live, & no circumstances or ways that are unfair are making him less relevant here. What makes him not on the public's line of giving a *$#%?" Well, it's very off-topic & kind of a long, painful story that I will only tell you is the third-to-last label of this particular post.

   Which, speaking of unrelated & off-topic subjects. Does anyone remember my post Madonna Read My Blog? Well, that post is related because it is clearly irrelevant to everything the public holds dear. It it the post before this one. It didn't give me any views whatsoever. It might've gotten me some views, but, I highly doubt it. I didn't even get a comment on it. I doubt I'll get a comment on this one. But, it's because Marilyn Manson has been deemed a "has-been" by American Hollywood. Madonna never was and I hate to admit it but probably never will be deemed a "has-been" by American Hollywood. In addition to using a celebrity's name, I tried my best to use my social filter a little more than Madonna uses her social filter & a whole lot more than Marilyn Manson uses his social filter. And, still, I get nothing. I didn't get more views. I didn't get any people sharing any of my posts on Twitter, Facebook, or Google. I didn't get a like or a comment from Facebook or Google. I didn't get any attention on Blogger. I didn't get anyone offering to follow my blog. I didn't even get a comment on my blog! Now, you understand my frustration with Pop culture.
   Hey,....I just found a way to make Marilyn Manson less irrelevant to Madonna: Both Madonna & Marilyn Manson have "let the demon baby out". I mean, Madonna just showed some random french politician with a swastika drawn on his forehead in Israel. To add more irony to the controversy before I list what Marilyn did, Madonna's religion is Kabbalah or for people in other countries, Jewish Scientology, aka Madonna herself is Jewish. Marilyn Manson tore pages from the holy scriptures in various towns*, with the exception of in Salt Lake City, it was the Book of Mormon*. In both cases, not only did they "let the demon baby out", Madonna breastfed the demon baby, Marilyn Manson (and forgive me for not saying "he"  or "it" once) grabbed the demon baby, Marilyn Manson put a collar around the demon baby's neck, Marilyn Manson put a leash on the collar on the demon baby's neck, and then, Marilyn Manson proceeded to walk the demon baby like the demon baby was a dog or an African child walking his pet tarantula.

   You too can "let the demon baby out". Now, granted, the examples given above are EXTREME. But, still these are examples. There are other ways to "let the demon baby out" too. You could wear a beach dress to a formal, black tie wedding. You could wear only pink to a funeral. You could buy a pet tarantula. I once "let the demon baby out" not intending to "let the demon baby out". I wore a tshirt and a pair of sweat pants to a baby's baptism once years ago. Granted, if my dad told me it was a baby's baptism, I would've got more dressed up.
   But, there's my inspiration to you. Let the demon baby out. Don't be afraid to. And, letting the demon baby out includes sharing this blog or commenting on it. Bye for now.

*Or, so I'm told.

In A Suburban Home: A Story I Read That Inspired Me

   Okay. I was wanting to receive the more views on this blog. And, the last post was sort of  depressing. So, I wanted to enlighten all of you with a story I read many years ago. It was turned into a book, but, I decided to retell it & I forget the title & author's name. So, here's In A Suburban Home:

   Once there was a Middle American town known as Ho-humville. Ho-humville was a quiet town filled with only the most corperate jobs & the most corperate businesses run by the most mundane people. And, these mundane people lived in all the same house painted & built  the same size, shape, & color.
    One day, a seagull was flying in the neighboring town of Cape Our Lady Of Guadalupe. The seagull flew over a fish market next to the town's dock to the ocean. It hovered down, & picked up a bucket of salmon-pink paint. The store owner & the painter were in a heated argument over whether to paint the store ambrosia or cerulean, so, they didn't notice the bird fly off with the paint. Well, the seagull didn't get very far, I tell you what. Eventually, it got to Ho-humville.  And, when it did, its feet were too weak to carry such a big bucket. So, it dropped the bucket of paint. However, it happened to drop the bucket on the roof of fellow pencil pusher Mr. Johnson's roof.
   Mr. Johnson was horrified when he first noticed the pink paint on his black shingles & white walls. But, then, he got an idea. He went to the hardware store, found the exact same shade of salmon pink, & headed home. The next day, there was a fuss all around the neighborhood and the whole town. Mr. Johnson was painting his whole house salmon pink!
    A lot of people showed up to see what Mr Johnson was doing. The Home Owners Association threatened to evict him unless he changed his house back to the way it was before. The police threatened to arrest him. The local pastor even shook the holy scriptures & threatened that Mr Johnson was condemned to go to hell unless he kept his house the way it was before.
    But, Mr Johnson said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
    When Mr. Johnson said this, the whole town thought he went crazy. There was one person who wasn't appalled by Mr. Johnson's actions was his next door neighbor on the left, Mr. Smith. He was also a pencil pusher who was fighting boredom. And, he always wanted to see the ocean.  So, he went to the hardware store and purchased some blue paint.
    The next day, Mr Smith began to paint blue waves onto his house. Mr Johnson had finished painting his house salmon & was painting his shingles orange. The whole town had decided to leave Mr. Johnson alone.But, they didn't leave Mr Smith alone. This time, local children at school were receiving extra credit for writing letters to Mr. Smith to try to convince him to change his house back.
   But, Mr. Smith said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
   The town thought Mr. Smith had lost his mind. There was one person besides Mr Johnson that understood. And, that was Ms. Jones. She was Mr. Johnson's neighbor on the right.  She was also a secretary that always loved spring. So, she went to the hardware store & bought spring green paint.
   Mr. Johnson was now re shingling & painting the roof. Mr. Smith was now painting a sea green on his house where there was once white. The town was leaving them alone. But, when they caught wind of what Ms. Jones was doing, they protested. The PTO even formed an angry mob around the door, threatening to press federal charges unless she changed her house back.
   Ever persistent, Ms. Jones said to all of them "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you can say or do can keep me from following my dream in a suburban home."
   The town assumed she had also lost her mind. So, they left her alone. Mrs. Miller, a retired schoolteacher who lived across the street from Mr. Johnson, was watching closely. She had always loved sunsets, & had always wanted to paint her house like one. She bought the yellow-orange paint. But, due to her advanced age, she hired three high school boys to do it.
   Again, the town protested. This time, the local nursing home threatened to admit her unless she changed her house back.
   Mrs. Miller was older & much wiser than most of the mere mortal town folks. "My house is me, & I am it, & my house is all my dreams. Nothing you do or say can keep me from following my heart in a suburban home."
   And so, the pattern continued until each & every house was a unique work of art. And, in the process, more jobs were created that weren't as mundane & corporate.  Eventually, they changed the name of the town from Ho-humville to Wonderland.
THE END

Hopefully, this inspired you as much as it did me.

Advice on How To Be Goth During the Summer

   Hello again dear readers. It is Saturday May 26th, 2012 Memorial Day Weekend beginning. I am now COMPLETELY done with a movie script  I was writing, except for typing it. I am almost done writing Borders & Envelopes, only one chapter left to go in writing, and Chapter Nine in typing. For The Devil Horns' Toss, I am still on Lacrymosa (Chapter Three) writing wise, however, soon, I could possibly be typing Schadenfreude (Chapter One). Enough about my writings (even though I am really excited about them). Since I now have an audience, I would like to give my first piece of Goth Advice.


    Now, before I go on, I realize that one in my audience is from Russia, which may mean the fact they even got on this here blog is a miracle. But, either way, I kind of have to explain what Memorial Day Weekend is to the foreigners on this blog. Memorial Day is a holiday that falls on Monday every year, & it is a holiday in which many government buildings are closed, mostly schools are closed in memory of all the American MIA/POW/killed in action soldiers. However, many people (in particular, schoolchildren but mostly all Americans) treat it as the true first day of summer. A lot of swimming pools open, amusement parks open, girls start wearing shorter clothes.
       However, when you are a Goth like me & a lot of other people reading this blog, Summer is to you what a cat is to a mouse. So, here are some tips on how to be a Goth during the summertime:

• First off, wear lighter shades such as grey or white. Now, you may want to wear colors such as black, & you can. It's just more difficult.
• Wear very light fabrics, such as silk & cotton. DO NOT WEAR HEAVY FABRICS SUCH AS VELVET, LACE,POLYESTER, & TAFFETA. I wore both on two days a Memorial Day weekend or two ago. I was outside so much I was near dead from heat stroke.
• Now, for those of you who wear heavy eye makeup, pick some good eye foundations. I personally used to use MAC's paint pot shade Painterly. However, that shade would have my makeup fade off by the end of the night in heat over 85 degrees. So, I switched to using CLINIQUE Lid Smoothie Antioxidant 8-hour Eye Colour shade 02 Cashew Later. (*A quick side note: I am not trying to advertise either makeup brands. I am just making a recommendation from personal expierience.)
• It is perfectly OK to wear boots in temperatures over 85 degrees. It is also appropriate for Goths to wear open-toed shoes/flip-flops. Enough said.
• If  you are one of those Goths that wear very short sleeves & skirts/are slightly into the Bondage-sadomasochism subculture as well as the Gothic subculture, this advice applies less to you. 
• Don't go overboard with your makeup.  In addition to looking like Alice Cooper (unless that's what you're going for), melting eye shadow & eyeliner might get into your eye & really cause some serious damage. Don't believe me? Just recently, someone I know had to flush her eye out because she got eyeliner & mascara in her eye & it really irritated her eye.
• Sometimes, with what you are planning to wear, the weather will just refuse to cooperate with your outfit. So, a lot of you Goths are going to hate me for what I am going to say. But, here it is: When in doubt,  don't wear it. And, don't wear trenchcoats at this time. 
• Ladies And Gentlemen of the Class of '99, wear sunscreen.  The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by scientists. In all seriousness though, wear sunscreen. It's better to look like Amy Lee than look like Snooki I always say. And, you won't get skin cancer.
• For swimsuits, Ladies: No one wants to see your unmentionables. Wear a swimsuit that fits properly, unless it's a bikini. But, even then, don't show too much. Gentlemen: Please don't wear a banana hammock unless you absolutely have to. Enough said.
• Drink more than eight glasses of water a day.  Scientists recommend drinking at least eight glasses of water a day. But, trust me. Since you are wearing all black/dark colors all the time, your clothes are absorbing more of the sunshine, which is making you hotter than the average nonGoth human. So, I'd recommend at least 9-10 glasses of water a day.
• Last But Not Least: Elegant is not always appropriate. So, Ladies, try as much as humanly possible to avoid those cutesy little Victorian-Edwardian outfits during the day. And,  guys, I know you want to seem suave for possible girlfriend's parents. BUT, FOR CHRIST'S SAKES, DO NOT WEAR ANY OF THOSE TUXEDOS THAT ARE DESIGNED TO LOOK LIKE ONE OF THOSE TUXEDOS WORN BY MARILYN MANSON DURING THE GOLDEN AGE OF GROTESQUE PROMOTION!

   Well, that's all I can think of to advise right now. If you have anything to add to this, or if you have any questions for me, leave them in the comment section, or email me a bonovika@comcast.net.
  

Sex-and-the-Cityish Tangeant #1

    Hey. I typed last night. But, I am trying to kill that urge for a little while, so, I can finish up a book by summer. All I have to do today is take out the recycling. But, I saw something in the newspaper that made me have to write this now. And, I kind of wanted to do a blog the same way they do the story narration on the old show Sex & The City (I'm not a huge fan of the show, but, I watch it from time to time to forget about The Golden Girls, as 3/4 of the cast of The Golden Girls are dead.). But, I know I can be very blunt at times, so, I am going to warn you right now: I am not really a Lady Gaga fan. Nor am I now or have ever been a fan of the other musicians mentioned in this post. However, that being said, I do sympathize with the devil & tend to go overboard with my worries, so, I am not trying to force anyone to believe that I have an answer to all the world's problems. Much rather, this post was written to bring up an question unrelated to the topic.

    Anyway, I just read about what happened to Lady Gaga. Anyone who didn't here's a link to the story:http://wonderwall.msn.com/movies/search?searchTerm=lady+gaga&+=&qs=AS&sk=&pq=lafdy&sp=1&sc=8-5#!wallState=0__%2Fentertainment%2Flady-gaga-will-have-to-cancel-indonesia-concert-1681920.story

     *I saw it in the newspaper first.
     Well, I was reading about how she canceled her concerts in Indonesia, & I was horrified. And, especially when I  remembered hearing from somewhere that one of her musical influences is Marilyn Manson, a man who many a year ago had churches picketing his concerts because he had the gall to shred/set the Holy Scriptures ablaze. And, he was inspired by Alice Cooper, a man whose shows were picketed by churches the world over because he had the nerve to assault mannequins and decapitate himself on stage.

Now, here's my question: When did music lose that independent "You're not the boss of me" streak it had almost 20-40 years ago? Is music written by vocal people for one confused by things like the moral majority? Or, is music written to please the moral majority?