Griping

I got a new haircut today. I'm always getting new haircuts and I never take pics before or after, I'm really beginning to annoy myself with this shit. It's like I'm going through many Priyas and you only know the one on my facebook profile.

I think my viewing of Juno was the first time I was really able to articulate to myself how fucking sick I am of the cultural shorthand that the guitar has become. We don't have to establish that this guy was at one point an outcast, but a sensitive outcast with feelings, feelings he was in touch with no less, who was HAWT but nobody knew it yet. Because he played guitar. And if you're a girl that plays guitar, well, you MUST be the coolest! Girls that play guitar are grungy-sexy, they laugh at fart jokes, they let you be yourself because they just wanna make their art, they have crazy rock style that only they can pull off, they're unique in ways you never knew...like, why doesn't everyone play the guitar? Oh wait...they do. Fucking I play the guitar! I used it to pick up my boyfriend! I was like, how do I show him that I'm cool, without literally telling him that I'm cool? Hmmmmm...HEY! *lightbulb* I play the fucking guitar, don't I??? And it totally worked, too. I totally made him think that I was going to be okay with it when he went on the road with HIS band and I wouldn't try to change him, but of course none of that is true...what is shorthand if not implication, and what is implication if not assumption? I'm getting off on a tangent. The point is, it worked. And I'm so smart, I even pretended like I didn't know it was working, or that I was doing anything at all. I distinctly remember having this conversation, "why does everyone think it's hot if a girl plays guitar??" Bahahahaha. If only he knew. Which he now does, because he reads this blog. Hey babe! You used up the toilet paper and didn't refill it AGAIN. Anyway...the fact that everyone and their mom has/plays a guitar makes it so everyone and their mom is a sensitive cool tormented rock and roll bitch with feelings. No wonder girls date assholes. One, I'm gonna come out and say it, it's kind of sexy to be treated like shit (before you have a conniption, the operative word here is: Sometimes), and two, FUCKING JOCKS who can't play an instrument (this discounts all you jerks who think you're Dave Matthews) are starting to look like the ones who are daring to be different.

To make matters worse, I'm fairly certain that my haircut - while being undeniably awesome - is wearing me, instead of the other way around.

This is what I've been pondering lately. And you want to know why I'm depressed.