Welcome to your OMGWTF moment of the day.
I’m trying to make 2007 all about the love, and crap like this totally ruins it. Look, I feel bad slagging Pressler. But maybe she needs to rethink the journalism thing and look into comedy writing. Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK? I am less offended by articles in the Daily Pennsylvanian. I can only hope that ghosts are real, and W.E.B. DuBois haunts her down for the rest of her existence until she (re-)reads The Souls of Black Folk.
There’s no ignoring that indie rockers are a melanin-deprived bunch, and it is good to read about the re-integration of rock culture, especially when the ascendency of indie rock to popular culture has wrought complete homogenization. It’s a real “up with people” moment, marred by insipid, wide-eyed cultural generalizations not that far off from “News At 10: Black People Defy Cultural Stereotypes”. If you managed to read that without feeling some vomit-inducing combination of rage and embarrassment, well, I guess you’re better than me.
