![]() I just went and picked up a copy of the Oxford English Dictionary off my shelf ,and every page? BLANK.Īnyway, if you haven’t felt like this before, I sincerely hope you never have to. There ARE no words in the English language. “There are no words in the English language I could scream to drown you out” This one isn’t so much of a reason why I believe Phoebe Bridgers deserves to have a sword as it is proof that she has the power to wield one. “And why do you sing with an English accent? / I guess it’s too late to change it now” “Phoebe Bridgers Slaying Ryan Adams, and Me on the Left, Helping,” Artemisia Gentileschi, Naples, 1614-1620. ![]() “I can hardly feel anything / I hardly feel anything at all” Maybe I’m just reading too much into this line, but I get strong vibes of a man thinking he knows what’s best for a young woman and trying to be a life coach to her as much as he is a boyfriend, and it makes me physically cringe as much as I do when I think back to how my ex thought discussing my resumé was good pillowtalk. The way some older men try to act like hybrid romantic partners and mentors to young women seems like a great way for them to make sure they get what they want while also stoking their giant egos. The recent New York Times article in which several women, including Bridgers, allege that Ryan Adams was sexually manipulative with them, also describes how he often mixed his romantic relationships with offers to jump-start the music careers of the women he was pursuing.Īnyone with a basic understanding of healthy adult relationship practices should see this as a huge red flag. There’s something very weird about the person you’re sleeping with acting like they’re also doing you favors by setting up your path to success. Those are two things that really should not ever mix. Even more than the age difference and the weird power dynamics there, the problem was that, throughout the entirety of our relationship, he wanted to be my boyfriend and my mentor. He was also my student mentor and the teacher for my freshman honors symposium course that year. When I was a freshman in college, I briefly dated a guy who was four years older than me. ![]() “You gave me fifteen hundred to see your hypnotherapist” And you hate them for that, you really do. ![]() It’s the side that shows its face late at night when you can’t sleep, or when you’ve had a little too much too drink, or when some innocent thing you encounter in everyday life catches you off guard and reminds you of that person, and all of a sudden, you have a fleeting moment of missing the way that person used to make you feel loved, and understood, and valuable, and safe, before you’re jolted back to reality and remember all those shitty things they did in the first place to destroy whatever may have once existed. One that, try as you might, you can’t seem to escape from entirely. ![]() You want to scream and tear your hair out and scorch the Earth just to make sure they suffer for what they put you through. There’s one side of you that knows what this person did to you was wrong, and you do hate them for that. There’s a dichotomy here that should be familiar for many people who have gone through trauma or have been hurt in a relationship, whether it be with a romantic partner, a friend, or parent. “I hate you for what you did / And I miss you like a little kid” However, have you heard “Motion Sickness” by Phoebe Bridgers? Like, really listened? Because if you, like me, have listened to “Motion Sickness,” many times, on repeat, in a car, or lying in bed, while crying, or vibrating with rage, then hopefully you can understand why many of the lines from that song have made me, a staunch believer in the principles of restorative justice, believe the following: Phoebe Bridgers deserves a goddamned sword. Readers, hopefully we’re all in agreement that violence is bad, and that killing people with weapons is, in most circumstances, not good. ![]()
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