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God Help The Girl!: A Soundtrack For Your Inner Manic-Pixie Dream Girl

18 Dec

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So I have an upcoming article soon to hit Love Twenty web magazine about the “Manic-Pixie Dream Girl”. The term “Manic-Pixie Dream Girl” was created by critic Nathan Rabin after seeing Kristin Dunst’s character in the film Elizabethtown.  Rabin describes this archetype as a “bubbly, shallow cinematic creature that exists solely in the fevered imaginations of sensitive writer-directors to teach broodingly soulful young men to embrace life and its infinite mysteries and adventures” (Rabin).  In my article I criticize how harmful this modern Lolita characterization really is.  Who knew our favorite, quirky female protagonists were actually hindering female agency?  When that post becomes available on the site all of you should go read it 🙂 ! The topic is really interesting.  In the meantime, I thought it would be fun to create my personal soundtrack that embodies the Manic-Pixie Dream girl image; these quirky sirens who put viewers’ “tender hearts in a blender and watch it spin around into a beautiful oblivion”(Eve 6 Inside Out).  Hahaha being witty through obscure 90’s rock lyrics makes me smile.  Well on to the soundtrack:

1. Dirty Projectors- Two Doves

2. Regina Spektor- Hero and Us

3. Best Coast- Our Deal

4. Priscilla Ahn- Wallflower and I Don’t Have Time To Be In Love 

5.  God Help The Girl- God Help The Girl

6. Mumm-Ra- She’s Got You High

7. The Smiths- Please, please, please, let me get what I want

8. The Moldy Peaches- Anyone Else But You

9. Sixpence None The Richer- There She Goes

10. Oasis- Wonderwall

11. 311- Amber

12. Meiko- How Lucky We Are

13. Panic! At The Disco- Nine In The Afternoon

14. Ingrid Michaelson- You and I

15.  2AM Club- Mary

Works Cited

Rabin, Nathan. “My Year of Flops, Case File 1: Elizabethtown: The Bataan Death March of Whimsy”. A.V Club . The Onion,    25 January 2007. Web. 18 December 2012.

Things My Mother Never Told Me But I Discovered Them On My Own Post 1: Choose Your Roommates Wisely

28 May

One of life’s important lessons that college teaches you is that there will be times in your life when you are forced to get along with people who have no desire to.  I have plenty of experience with this since I have lived with three different sets of roommates during my college days.  Each of them have confirmed my hatred of people. (Haha) I’m joking, but my stories are pretty bad:

Freshman Year On The Party Floor:

I entered college naive to the debauchery that I would have to endure for years to come.  Sure I heard about crazy keg parties and the meaning behind socks hanging on doors before, but I thought those things were hidden college activities you had to search for; I was not ready for this type of “college” to arrive at the front step of my dorm.

Now before I go on with my story let me give you a little background on who Kandice was before college.  I was raised in a very strict, religious household, although my sisters and I had the freedom to do whatever we wanted within reason.  At first college was not an option for me because my parents worried about the negative influence I might be exposed to you know, drugs, sex, drinking, feminist thinking-anything that challenged our beliefs.  My parents caved into the idea of college with the exception that I attended school with my twin sister and we were roommates for all four years.  Sounds like a fool-proof plan to keep me from falling in with the bad crowd, but oh how things do change…

Freshman Year: My first set of roommates were these perky, annoying, sorority white girls.  I mention that their white because they definitely saw their race as a division between me and my sister.  They were whiny, dirty, and unusually loud (they never walked, they always stomped).  There was six of us and we shared a suite on the “party floor”.  I didn’t know I lived on the party floor until one day I was riding the elevators and someone had taped right next to the 8th floor button “party floor”.  If I knew my future weekends would consist of loud parties, drunk roommates, and tampons covered with pizza sauce (exactly, you’ve read right, pizza tampons) then I would have made sure to end up in a more quite dwelling place.

What really bothered me about my freshman roommates was their passive-aggressiveness.  Whenever there was an issue that occurred between us they would rather write post-it notes than confront the issue.  I remember there was this infamous note placed on the bathroom door to remind us, and when I say “us” I mean me and my sister, that “kids in Africa don’t have toilet paper like we do so we need to learn how to conserve”.  I mean I thought I was an approachable human being, but apparently not.  Those girls were horrible communicators, and they definitely taught me that some girls are not “sugar, spice, and everything nice”

Sophomore Year: I had survived my Freshman year and I was really starting to enjoy college.  Me and my sister were now out of the freshman highrise and into a more traditional dorm room where we shared one bathroom with two neighboring girls.  Finally life was okay, but beware of the quiet before the storm; I should have been on the lookout for storm clouds before life took a turn for the worse.  During the fall semester of my sophomore year my twin sister started mentally spiraling out of control.  She began to struggle with depression and started developing a crippling obsessive compulsive disorder.  Things starting becoming dangerous for both of us when she became physically and emotionally abusive towards me; later in the year she became suicidal.  I would have to say this was one of the most stressful periods of my life.  I was living a nightmare and trying to pass finals at the same time; not an easy combination.   Half-way through the semester our family thought it was best for my sister to leave school.  My sister’s health is better now, but our relationship has been very different since that year.

Junior Year: This year was my “renaissance year”, a time for me to correct the mistakes of the past.  I  spent the last two years of college sad and angry, and to tell you the truth my life before school wasn’t that rosy to begin with; I was ready to take control of my happiness and live life the way I wanted to.  Junior year has definitely been a life-defining moment for me.  I’ve experienced so many things that I’m just bursting at the seams to blog about, but I’m staying focused and addressing one thing at a time.  This year I lived in a off-campus town house with three other girls; I mention them in the post “Look Mommy! No Hands”.  They were amazing roommates at first, but the saying is true: you never truly know people until you live with them.  The girls were great in the beginning.  We hung out once in a while, respected each other’s privacy, cleaned up after ourselves (when we had time): all was good in the hood.  Things went sour when certain individuals started taking advantage of our relaxed lifestyle.  Cleaning starting becoming an issue, parties were being had mid-week, people started hogging the washing facilities- the house started to become a zoo.  I think the worst experience I had with these girls is when I heard Surfer Girl having sex with her boyfriend.  That was one of the most disrespectful thing I have ever experienced in my life.  Now being fair to her she was drunk that night, however she should have given me a heads up before she decided to get wasted and have a romp in the hay with him in the house.  After the malarkey these girls put me through I was more than happy to turn in my apartment keys at the end of the semester.

I know what you’re probably thinking.  After reading these horrible stories you’re probably wondering why I haven’t left college yet.  Besides the given fact that I want to finish my education, school has been somewhat of a cram session for life for me.  Although I’ve been cursed with the bad fortune of having terrible roommates, I am grateful that I had these experiences; maybe I wasn’t happy about them when I was living  them, but I  realize I needed to endure these moments to mature.  Living with these roommates from the black lagoon have taught me that life is really a bowl of assorted events and you never know what your hand is going to pull out. Maybe that is why I am in the situation I’m in now…

If you enjoyed this anecdote continue reading this blog and find out more about the “Things My Mother Never Told Me But I Discovered Them On My Own”.  Thanks for reading 🙂