"People are scandalized, as they ought to be.
The apparent frivolity of 'Friday' is only its most cunning aspect, a bubble-gum Trojan horse containing a radical text throwing itself against the gears of a death-bound society. And in Ms. Black’s voice we hear the full cry of a revolutionary age, Benghazi echoing across Orange County, the ancient wail of all who have ever wanted more."
So Rebecca Black's "Friday" has gone viral and all that shit.
But instead criticizing Ark Music Factory and all its evilness, I'd like to post this amazing article by The Awl's Dana Vachon, entitled "Arms So Freezy: Rebecca Black's 'Friday' As a Radical Text."
"She offers the camera a hostage's smile, forced, false. Her smoky eyes suggest chaos witnessed: tear gas, rock missiles and gasoline flames. They paint her as a refugee of a teen culture whose capacity for real subversion was bludgeoned away somewhere between the atrocities of Kent State and those of the 1968 Democratic Convention, the start of a creeping zombification that would see youthful dissent packaged and sold alongside Pez and Doritos.
'Look and listen deeply,' she challenges. An onanistic recursion, at once Siren and Cassandra, she heralds a new chapter in the Homeric tradition. With a slight grin, she calls out to us: 'I sing of the death of the individual, the dire plight of free will and the awful barricades daily built inside the minds of all who endure what lately passes for American life. And here I shall tell you of what I have done in order to feel alive again.'"
----------->Here it is in all its glory.
I haven't laughed so much at an essay since "A Modest Proposal."Grammarless and hungry.
Adam
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