No Time And Yet A Life

GIRL CULTURE

Girl culture needs to get split like a twig’s hymen into the smallest fractions of experience. My internet be-fry@jawnita, who I don’t know at all in real life, tweeted “UGH now that we fortunately have more than 1 prominent female rapper in media can we please REFRAIN FROM PITTING THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER?!” to which I thought “Who is the other one???” and then she goes, she goes, she goes, “SHIT IS SEXIST AND WE ARE FIGHTING FOR THE SAME MULTIPLICITIES THE BOYS ARE ALLOWED” and that’s the actual Tree of Life, past present and future, goodbye!

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Odd Future, energy, inclusion, and exclusion

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A little over a week ago, for work, I wrote a quick SXSW recap post involving Odd Future — which wound up being trimmed down to a post about Odd Future, and then, after more editors went over it, an article about Odd Future, and then eventually I started to feel like whatever vague point I’d had might have wound up dulled and unclear. So here’s a clearer thought, which is not about Odd Future’s music or Odd Future as people or the value of their work, but more about my relationship with the process of maybe-liking Odd Future.

Because there are a lot of things I love about Odd Future. Some of the albums coming out of the collective actually remind me of listening back to hip-hop from the late 80s and early 90s, when you can actually hear the joy of people creating music because it doesn’t exist yet, and they need it to; Earl’s record in particular has that feeling, a certain playfulness and vitality. And I’m compelled by Tyler’s charisma. I was a sulky teenage boy in the 1990s; of course I can connect with all his grim dark grumbling. As can teenagers today. When I saw the group in Austin, the energy surrounding them was fierce and sort of beautiful. A crowd of kids stood around chanting “FUCK STEVE HARVEY” in an effort to lure the group onto the stage. These were not kids whose lives I imagine being much impinged upon by the existence of Steve Harvey. Was there some point I missed where white Texan parents started boring their kids with his radio show on long drives? On one message board I read, there was a poster who thought “Steve Harvey” might be made up, just an imaginary object of Odd Future’s scorn. This has to say something about the lure of this group, that people want to join them in telling Steve Harvey to fuck off—just because the energy is right, not because they actually care so much who Steve Harvey is.

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