Author: Genna Rivieccio
Genna Rivieccio writes for myriad blogs, mainly this one, The Burning Bush, Missing A Dick, The Airship and Meditations on Misery.
St. Vincent’s Constant Revisiting of “Slow Disco” As Symbol of How Artists Can Only Try to Get It Right Outside of Life
Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly love St. Vincent’s torrid (as rendered by her video for it) “Fast Slow Disco” even more, she goes [Read More…]
Wicked Witch of the West Is to Life as “Surrender Dorothy” Is to You
We all reach those breaking point moments. The ones where we must ask ourselves why we bother to persist in our chosen field (usually said [Read More…]
The Not So Subtle Message of The Shangri-Las: Parents Are to Blame
At a time when heteronormative “love”–or, more to the point, the oversaturated propaganda about all the benefits of such a nonexistent thing–was at its peak, [Read More…]
“Namaste in Bed” As Testament to/Problem With Millennial Coping Mechanisms
Where the graphic/word tee game is concerned, there has never been a generation more in tune with expressing themselves via this medium than millennials (even [Read More…]
The Awkwardness of Being A Feminist When Someone You’ve Worked With Turns Out to Be A Predator
The precedent for women declaring themselves as feminists yet still going ahead and working with known sexual predators was most glaringly set in recent years [Read More…]
Bryce Walker: A High School “Caricature” Made Real in Brett Kavanaugh
Samantha Jones may have said, “Who we are in bed is who we are in life,” but perhaps the more accurate assessment is, “Who we [Read More…]
Madonna’s Railing Letter Commenting on David Letterman Apprearance Up for Auction Holds Truer Than Ever
With no shortage of scandals to look back upon in her career by the mid-90s, Madonna wasn’t content to simply lie down and roll over [Read More…]
Soon-Yi: “Love” Is Just A Matter of Pursuit & Vulnerability
As if the shock and moral outrage over Woody Allen’s entire existence couldn’t possibly intensify, the very woman within the eye of the storm, watching [Read More…]
We Are All Venice Bitches Thanks to A Song That Manages to Be Even More Nostalgic for A Time Past Than “Summertime Sadness”
If anyone knows the value of nostalgia, of how it can still cut to the quick of what’s left of human emotions, it is Lana [Read More…]
“I Will Follow Him” As Every Man’s Worst Nightmare of Devotion
In the particular decades of the twentieth century that ranged from the 1940s to the 1960s, emphasis on a girl being devoted to her man [Read More…]
