Friday Fiesta: “Let It Go” from Frozen

Chicago is now a snow globe. I need to let some things go. Also, I’ve noticed that I’ve barely been to the movies and awards season is coming up. That’s pretty much all I’ve got for 2014.

Yup, I have big dreams for this year.


Halloween Fiesta: 5 Music Videos that Scared the Crap Out of Me

Welcome to this very special Halloween edition of Friday Fiesta-on a Saturday. It’s the scariest time of the year: ghost stories abound, candy is twice its regular cost, and the word “sexy” is being attached to the most unimaginable things (“Sexy Nemo” should never exist, EVER!). There was once a time when music videos, the once beloved genre that is now marginalized to the very bottom of the YouTube channels, used to be part of this cultural phenomenon. With that in mind, I present to you five videos that would shiver me timbers whenever they came on TV:

Enter Sandman by Metallica

When I was 10 years old, my two biggest fears where demonic possessions and old people. This video combines both! When the close up of that wrinkly old man came on the screen, I felt like there was nothing stopping him from jumping out of the screen and dragging me to the world of nightmares. I realize that he is (was? It’s been a while…) probably some very, nice gentleman who was paid a modest sum to simply stare at a camera but, for all that is sacred, I don’t want him anywhere near me. Because I will throw holy water on him.

The Beautiful People by Marilyn Mansion

This looks like it was filmed in an Austrian torture chamber. Or at a dentist’s office. I want a disclaimer that no human beings were harmed during the filming of this video. By the way, was the rumor that Marilyn Manson was the Wonder Years’ Paul Feifer exclusively a Latin American thing?

Simply Irresistible by Robert Palmer

There is nothing more horrifying, at any age, than thinking of your parents as sexual beings, let alone when you’re 4. Yet that’s what I was forced to confront when Robert Palmer decided to plaster his music videos with women that looked EXACTLY like my mom: the fair porcelain skin,  the raven hair, the military precision with which that bun was constructed. It did not help at all that my dad would scream, “Mommies, mommies are on TV!” whenever these videos interrupted my domestic paradise. Why are there clones of my mom? Why are they in skin-tight dresses? Why do they writhe? My eyes, my eyes!!!!!

What has been seen, cannot be unseen.

Jeremy by Pearl Jam

You know what’s really scary? That we live in a time where we would probably welcome a school shooting that simply involved a suicide instead of the massacres that seem to happen on a yearly basis. It is truly terrifying that Pearl Jam’s classic is more prophecy than hypothesis.

Just by Radiohead

The worst fear is the one that’s in your mind.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Friday Fiesta: “Cruel Summer” by Bananarama

Depressed about the drought? Worried about the impending food prices? Bummed out by the lingering effects of the recession? Terrified of the high murder rate of your city (hello, Chicago!)? Sick to death of the amount of bat shit crazies that get their hands on guns? Nostalgic for Olympic glory? Disappointed by the Spice Girls reunion? Embarrassed by Mitt Romney? Confused by Paul Ryan? Heartbroken over Obama? Mad at Putin? Saddened by Syria? Mystified by North Korea?

Guys, it’s been a weird summer. Bananarama understands.

Friday Fiesta: “All My Friends” by LCD Soundsystem

I’ve been 30 for a whole two weeks, y’all.

I would like to clarify that I’m quite content with the big 3-0. Why? I feel like I spent my twenties with Big Adult Responsibilities. After a brief, free, gorgeous college period, I spent the rest of the decade either worrying about grad school, getting into grad school, and then trying to leave grad school. That implies that I spent most of my nights and days reading heavy theoretical stuff (I’m still trying to wrap my head around Deleuze-Guattari’s rhizome…oh wait, I’m not!), trying to write heavy theoretical stuff (yuck) and explaining heavy theoretical stuff to students (ok, maybe it was the use of the subjunctive in Spanish but that’s a pretty big mindf***k in its own right). I barely went out and when I did, I either felt guilty for daring to have fun and left early as punishment or would end up in some drunken stupor powerful enough to knock me out for several days.

My twenties were bleak times. And not in the cool, “Oh look at me, I’m trying to make it one mistake at a time!” Girls kind of way but more in the whole “wow, I don’t think I’ve had another conversation with a human being in the past 48 hours.”

Life is exponentially better. I now know what I want. I’m not wasting my time on things that no longer fulfill me. I’m a woman, hear me roar. That’s basically my attitude these days.

The one aspect of growing old, though, that really bothers me has to do with friends. Not the lack thereof but the inevitable pulling apart that occurs even in the strongest bonds because life gets in the way. I’ve lived in three continents, six countries and nine cities. I’ve actually had to use my fingers to count them off. Wait, there’s more! My education was cobbled up between six different school and three institutions of higher education.

As a result, I have many friends. I’m also very far away from most of them. As stupid as it sounds, it has taken me a long time to realize that I will miss out on most of their major life moments and they will miss out on most of mine. Never mind the day-to-day details that really solidify friendships.

Unfortunately, I am constantly wondering where my friends are. And wishing I could see them tonight. No other song has captured the bittersweetness of growing old like this one.