These are the things I’ve been reading and thinking about this week. Without further ado:
Why Harvey Danger’s 90’s Alt-Rock Hit “Flagpole Sitta” Endures (A.V. Club)
I owned (and loved) Harvey Danger’s album featuring this song, and it’s still a song that resonates for me today. Call it nostalgia or whatever, but it’s a catchy as hell song. This piece over at the A.V. Club offers a really insightful, in-depth look at how the song still exists today, complete with interviews with the band:
This perseverance likely has something to do with the song’s unique timbres and unorthodox approach, Nelson theorizes. “I think it jumps off the radio. The fact that the distorted bass is a lead guitar element is really unusual. That shuffle beat is incredibly captivating and fun. It sounds noisy and chaotic and raucous, but then the melody is very catchy. And almost every line is sort of a memorable aphoristic slogan, which is by design, in a way. It’s also really snotty. There’s a snideness about it that is in keeping with the experience and the inner life of being a certain kind of teenager.
Aziz Ansari on Race, Acting, and Hollywood (NYT)
This op-ed, written by Aziz Ansari, is relatively short and wholly awesome. Ansari tackles all kinds of things in it, and they’re all worth your time and consideration. If you haven’t watched his new Netflix show Master of None yet, please do so. It’s one of my very favorite things to come out of 2015. This part stuck out to me:
Here’s a game to play: When you look at posters for movies or TV shows, see if it makes sense to switch the title to “What’s Gonna Happen to This White Guy?” (“Forrest Gump,” “The Martian,” “Black Mass”) or if there’s a woman in the poster, too, “Are These White People Gonna Have Sex With Each Other?” (“Casablanca,” “When Harry Met Sally,” “The Notebook”).
Jagged Little Pill: An Essay (Medium)
Jagged Little Pill wasn’t my first album, but it was my first favorite album. It’s one I still love (I just belted out all the words to “Head Over Feet” while making oreo truffles in the kitchen a few weeks ago, much to J.’s chagrin) and I revisit it fairly often, for something that is 20 years old. This essay by Morissette is super excellent:
There was a cultural wave swelling…a readiness, perhaps, for people to hear about the underbelly, the true experience of being a young, sensitive, and brave person in a patriarchal world. This wave was moving through culture with or without me, and I happened to grab my glittery surfboard and rode that wave like a feisty androgyne on the back of a megalodon.
What got you reading and thinking this week?