Friday, June 28, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
When I was around 12 or 13 I traveled in a very, very small social circle in which liking any currently popular music would get you shamed, but liking Cyndi Lauper or Patti Lupone ensured social acceptability. So in the mid-1990s my fondness for Green Day was one of my many dirty little secrets, shared with no one. Secretly I thought that Billy Joe Armstrong was beautiful, and that I wanted to look like him. I still sort of do. So yesterday I was at a used CD store and I saw a copy of DOOKIE on the shelf. I am one of the only members of my generation who doesn't own it, so I decided the time had come. I felt very empowered.