Flipping through the latest issue of some girl magazine I paused upon a page kissed with Nirvana lyrics, tattered jeans and plaid.
Didn't we just do this?
I'll be damned if someone's going to try and make me wear a scrunchie again.
I mean, I get it. Lots of things are cyclical. Fads and trends in pop culture come and go before you can even make it to the mall.
At some point I stopped caring about keeping up with the catalog crowd and started creating an actual image of myself. I'm sure it won't be long before the rest of the trends I've already had to suffer through will creep back in.
With all this laid out in front of me my thoughts on grunge soon lead me to punk. Another playlist soon followed. I make no apologies for how musical I feel lately.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you my punk rock childhood.
This list is not limited to "punk" music. I'm not good at classifying things. Keeping certain artists or songs in little boxes. Doesn't seem natural.
Some of it's just loud.
Some of it my parents didn't like and my friends didn't get.
Call it what you will.
It all falls under the same category for me.
Now, I'll be the first to admit that I was the owner of a Leonardo DiCaprio fan magazine and I thought I knew what it meant to "Spice up your life!", but that quickly segued into something like this...
It's music like this that lead me to my first pair of fishnet stockings and my favorite tacky red lipstick.
It gave me the courage to be not one of the guys, but a girl among boys.
Made me feel strong enough to walk down the street by myself and open my own damn beer.
And yet, still soft enough to not apologize for my tears after I watch someone I love get kicked in the face.
[I was] One tough little cookie.
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Edit: Looking at this again I think...this is like Diet Punk. Punk Light. Punk with a cherry on top!
