Author: Genna Rivieccio
Genna Rivieccio writes for myriad blogs, mainly this one, The Burning Bush, Missing A Dick, The Airship and Meditations on Misery.
England Is Mine: The Morrissey Equivalent of Control
There was one single moment in Manchester music history that seemed to galvanize every denizen with even the slightest inclination to start a band: June [Read More…]
Self-Deprecation Looks Better Than It Sounds: Taylor Swift’s “Look What You Made Me Do” Video
“Look What You Made Me Do” is a pile of shit of a song. Worse yet, it’s not even an original pile of shit song, [Read More…]
The 2017 VMAs: An Exhibition of the Enfeebled State of Music
It’s not that you’re getting older (okay, yes, you are). It’s that music has genuinely gotten worse over time. For those who used to watch [Read More…]
You’re A Strong, Confident Woman Who Doesn’t Need The Fat Jewish To Help You Promote MDNA Skin
Madonna rarely, if ever, fucks up in her career decisions. That’s how she’s managed to stick around for so long despite those who like to [Read More…]
“Look What You Made Me Do” Is A Spoiled Little Girl’s Anger Turned Outward
It’s what the masses have been waiting for: Taylor Swift’s return to music. Unfortunately, that return has been in the form of “Look What You [Read More…]
Stop Giving Credit to Taylor Swift for Something Britney Spears Did Sixteen Years Ago
Everyone is really amazed by Taylor Swift’s ability to guilefully wield a snake–and yes, it is a snake, despite much scientific debate. How clever, how [Read More…]
Katy Perry Might Have Done Better Not to Release A Video for “Swish Swish”
Billed as being the most “unwatchable, eye-gouging blowout of the season,” the game that the sports commentators, Bill Walton and Rich Eisen, in the opening [Read More…]
The Great Dictator: Timeless to A Fault
When The Great Dictator came out in 1940, Charlie Chaplin had no idea of the extent of the atrocities being carried out in Nazi concentration [Read More…]
Ingrid Goes West: A Dark Examination of Our New Normal Stalker Culture
We’re all guilty of the “look at me, look at me” syndrome that comes with posting things on Instagram (some, like yours truly, guiltier than [Read More…]
Write Where It Hurts: The Only Living Boy In New York
For a director whose debut was (500) Days of Summer, it’s something of an about-face to shift to an entirely opposite and opposed coast with [Read More…]
