Bright Like Neon Love
Despite the copious amounts of shade given to this manufactured holiday (as celebrated today) of dubious origins, I have long decided to make this day one of the few each year where I refuse to give into my typically cynical and bitterlicious tendencies. It’s not because I have a wonderful Valentine or even because I like eating candy for no reason (though those things certainly should be factored in), but because, damn it, I just feel like being in a loving and happy mood. So to honor this I thought I’d celebrate my love for various things, ideas and people in my life.
Bright Like Neon Love
- For better or worse my writing concerns recapturing the past, particularly aspects of my childhood that feel erased by the way in which black girlhood is often explored in literature (when it’s explored at all). My graduate thesis – Bright Neon Love – is completely informed by my own childhood/teen years in the sense it explores the intersection race, gender and sexuality from a roller skating framework. There are whole chapter devoted to roller skating! For some reason this song by Cut Copy captures the balance of nostalgia and transgressiveness I seek to convey in my own writing. Also, I just dig the song.
(via “This Writer’s Life” a post I wrote about…well…writing)
Ooh, two great tastes – Cut Copy & Pretty in Pink – that taste great together. Back when I still actively sought out new music, I discovered Cut Copy and fell totally in love with Bright Like Neon Love. I still count it as one of my all time favorite – wait what do we call them now – releases. Even when I’m at my most truculent, “Saturdays” rarely fails to lift my mood.
Rocky and Adrian
Rocky is an enduring love of mine, particularly the love story of Rocky and Adrian. Oh sure, there’s some boxing and triumph of the human spirit stuffs, but at the core Rocky is a sweet, tender and totally sappy love story and thank Xena for that.
The Color Pink
Oh the color pink has been taking a drubbing over the years thanks in part to the ubiquitous org whose name I dare not speak. And you know what? Bump that noise. I am taking back pink as a color I just like having around me. I love pink. I mean without it, my Black barbie dreamhouse aqua gets so lonely. I should acknowledge that this all of course rings a tad hollow as it’s being typed from a damn *org whose name I dare not speak* pink Dell laptop, which I selected solely because it was cheaper than the black and because the color was pretty. Wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, pink is awesome. Lulz, remember my hot pink bedroom circa
seven years ago.
Speaking of Hello Kitty Things
This bag is 20 years old and damn if I don’t love it as much as I did the day I bought it from the Sanrio store in the Glendale Galleria! So I had this retail job (which I recall really loving) where I spent the bulk of the day arranging clothing in Roy G. Biv order (just like I do with my own closet whenever I go through a phase where I wear colors other than black and various shades of gray) and occasionally flirting my way to free Cinnabon. So we needed to have clear bags so that management didn’t have to rifle through our stuffs each time we entered and exited the store. As always, I had to style it up, and thus this magical item came into my possession. I had a Hello Kitty one that was similar, but it got jacked at Helter Skelter (a goth club in LA I used to rage back in the day) so boo on that. Did you know My Melody is a Capricorn? I didn’t either until my twin K told me!
I’m terribly superstitious when it comes to discussing relationships online, which is why all I will say about Babby is I feel very lucky to have him in my life. Thank you, Babby for being YOU!
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all. And for those who don’t celebrate or like it, hey, at least the candy will be on clearance tomorrow!