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Scrunchies Kill

June 29th, 2009 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

I like to think of myself as a game person who’s up for a lot of things, but there are a few things in life I’ve never tried that I’m really glad I haven’t. The reason being that these things, in one way or another, I associate with death.

  1. Heroin
  2. Roadkill for dinner
  3. Scrunchies in my hair

I have never worn a scrunchie in all of my [REDACTED] years on this not-so-green Earth. Not even to the gym. (Okay, okay, I never go to the gym either.) But a scrunchie has never touched a hair on my head and it never will. I don’t care what you say, American Apparel.


I don’t care how much T & A & Mounds-of-Crotch you throw at me. I don’t care how old this makes me sound (“I remember when they came out with scrunchies the first time around…honey, be a dear and hand me my teeth, will you?“). And I really don’t care that that this means I will continue to be judged through lowered, sloppily-mascaraed wall-eyes as someone who doesn’t “get it” by some 80 lb. airhead working the American Apparel cash register who subsists solely on a diet of vegan food, Parliaments, and bad spelling.


I’ve got a record to uphold. Not to mention my dignity.

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ROCK OF ASIAN: Black Kids in Los Angeles

July 30th, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

Last night, we caught the Black Kids show at the El Rey. There were a surprising number of geezers in the audience (we count ourselves among them). Which is funny, because what we love about Black Kids is how young they are–young, fun, and unjaded. They were stoked to be playing a packed house in L.A. They don’t even have their stage banter down yet, unless you count Reggie Youngblood using “fuckin’” and “motherfuckers” a lot. Sometimes Reggie sang off-key. Their set was short, because as Reggie put it, they’ve only got “like, seven songs.” But they’re still fuckin’ entertaining, and when they pulled out the Clash’s “The Magnificent Seven” for their encore, we fell in love with them all over again.

Ali Youngblood of Black Kids


A lot has been made of Reggie, because he’s the lead singer, he’s got that badass Filipifro, and he rocks the skinny jeans. Not enough has been said about his sis Ali, however, who is a stone cold fox. She’s 180 degrees from the pale, wan, depressed-looking, twiggy drip that you always see plaguing the indie rock scene. She’s stacked and she doesn’t hide it. She let her hair down and shook it loose in the middle of the set. When she smiles, she looks like a Blasian Betty Boop. And she smiles a lot. So, yeah, we would totally do her.

Download the Black Kids’ first full-length album Partie Traumatic on iTunes. Then go see them in concert and tell us what you think. In the meantime, enjoy this dramatic reading of the lyrics to “Partie Traumatic”:

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Big Love, Big Hair

April 23rd, 2008 | 0 comments | Posted by Jen

The AP wrote a style breakdown of the polygamist wives in Texas this week, concluding “it’s not outlandish to imagine (their) prairie look influencing today’s styles.”

Uh, okay, if you say so.

The story also attempted to explain that hair, interviewing “celebrity stylist and salon owner” Ted Gibson on the matter:

“It says ‘I don’t really care very much. I really don’t have time to worry about the way that I look, because I have 20 children,’” Gibson said. “‘He’s going from wife to wife to wife, so why should I look any better than the other ones?’”

Far be it for me to quibble with a celebrity hair guru, but methinks that that shit takes a ton o’ time. I mean, take a hard look at those cotton-candy poufs–who’s getting 80′s big hair flashbacks? That hairstyle is virtually identical to what we Texas girls wore back then whenever we had to bust a sweat but still have our hair “done.” Rather than it saying “I don’t really care very much,” it screams, “I CARE A LOT. THIS HAIR TOOK ME ALL MORNING TO DO PLUS A TOUCH-UP BETWEEN THIRD AND FOURTH PERIOD. AQUA NET IS MY FRIEND. THANK JESUS FOR CLICKER CURLING IRONS.”

And, in some cases, “NO, I’M NOT REALLY A VIRGIN.”

They’re Everywhere!!!


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