A reader brought this post from Beauty Spelled Backwards to my attention and I just had to share!
I try to avoid negativity in my posts. But right now my mind is consumed with loathing for the Band Perry, and I must purge myself of these thoughts before I can move on.
Everything about this song is nauseating. The trite, puerile metaphors (“the sharp knife of a short life” – what the hell does that even mean?), the celebration of untimely death as a glamorous, ennobling fate that keeps the subject forever young, beautiful and pure, and – need I even say it? – that appalling hair!
Read the full post:
http://beautyspelledbackwards.wordpress.com/2011/11/10/bury-me-in-cliches/#comment-124
I try to avoid negativity in my posts. But right now my mind is consumed with loathing for the Band Perry, and I must purge myself of these thoughts before I can move on.
Everything about this song is nauseating. The trite, puerile metaphors (“the sharp knife of a short life” – what the hell does that even mean?), the celebration of untimely death as a glamorous, ennobling fate that keeps the subject forever young, beautiful and pure, and – need I even say it? – that appalling hair!
Read the full post:
http://beautyspelledbackwards.wordpress.com/2011/11/10/bury-me-in-cliches/#comment-124
Comments