Paula’s pop week: We may long for relationships at eye level and people who fire as little as possible and masquerade as possible
It is now really summer, i.e. time for childhood memories to a childhood that you actually never had: eternal beach days, barbecues in the garden, fresh strawberries, amusement parks, crush, hide, constant french fries and ice cream, carelessness and so on. Perhaps you also know all of these associations that a pinch of sunscreen in one wakes up and which is largely known from the films, from the stories of others or from the bookpings of current summer bestsellers. As an adult, I will catch up with it a bit and therefore write to you from vacation. There I splash around in the sea as if I was 12 and after that my orange body is covered with green algae. Iiiih!
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Unfortunately, everything is full of fascos here (Usedom), which is why I have to flee a lot into pop culture again, this eternal safe space. And something happened there these days that catapulted me back into my real childhood. It is rather unspectacular, a bit embarrassing, at least I saw as a quilted somewhere (Bravo? Viva? Tabaluga tivi?) That someone combined the colors green and orange with each other, probably it was even declared a trend, because suddenly it was a thing for me, I was obsessed. There was no coal for new clothes, luckily in this case, so I had to see what our wardrobes gave. If you have a lot of siblings, you always find something, even if it doesn’t fit at all. So I appeared with green hip pants and orange, semi -transparent top on the family breakfast and was exposed to the ridicule of my nasty siblings. So that’s it with the trend.
25 years later: performance Taylor Swift and her new album “The Life of a Showgirl”:
And look at the color concept! There it is! Mint green orange! And it’s so beautiful! We don’t know much more yet, except for the usual hints and alleged Easter Eggs, but everyone really has to throw in this Rabbit Holes.
Fortunately, there are at least two albums that shorten the waiting time, two albums that have been released on the same day and are now among my favorites of the year and could hardly be more different.
On the one hand, Ethel Cain’s third album “Willoughby Tucker, i’ll Always Love You”, which totally blew me up with his melancholy, darkness and beauty …
… On the other hand, “I love my computer” by Ninajirachi, which put me up again.
If you are still flushed with “Brat”, you get further stimulation and serotonin balls here.
But only music enjoyment is not, you have to disregard everything as a pop writer, so I read about Ethel Cain that she just had to get some criticism because of racially interpreting Edgy Takes, which she posted on the Internet years ago, where people debate whether you are already fully responsible at 19 (her age back then), for what you can tilt on the Internet You can fully understand whether you think everything is as it says, whether you are already developing politically and morally finished, so to speak. Ethel Cain (actually: Hayden Silas Anhedönia) distanced itself from her statements, good. Ninajirachi, who drives the complete Y2K nostalgia rail and celebrates the internet, is also in her mid-20s.
There is a lot of confusion for mid-20-year-olds anyway. While it always looked quite tidy for male socialized people (staying as long as possible, then becoming an adult man as such a kind of profession, will continue to be a child’s head after work), it is the case with us that we should be ripe as early as possible, which also does not mean to be adult, but only to do a bit like this, to play with it, quasi “barely legal” as an ideal state, and then it is already over (actually).
Means of discussion of the summer of Sydney Sweeney, also in the mid-20s and thus at least 12 years older than the then 15-year-old Brooke Shields, whose Calvin-Klein-Werspot from 1980 was basically simply copied, will also be able to wind up in the reception of her appearance.
It is this ambiguity with which women should play around in his mid -20s: you are who you are, but somehow not really right. You should present something, show yourself so that you are desirable (for men sexual, for women as a shopping inspiration), but also unsafe, naive, passive enough to be destructible. This age should recently expand as far back as possible. All the more, age attributions are experimented with age, compliments that you supposedly look like in early 20, the more we are subsumed under the term girls that we can now wear up to easily 40. But since we are no longer, our appearance should be as blurry as possible, there is a lot to buy and filter. This also means that adults play teenagers in series (see Sweeney and Co. in “Euphoria”-we also see supposedly strong characters who represent different ones, are sexualized according to porn standards in order to be broken again and again).
Perhaps we are placing ourselves so much because of all this annoying soup and the associated efforts when adults just make their thing. For example, if two adults visibly adults and cheating at a cold play concert.
Or if two adults who age visibly and do not do too much fall against each other.
We may slowly long for relationships at eye level and people who fire as little as possible and masquerade as possible, because we suspect that we don’t want to go through it for too long.
I think about that when showering algae (strange illegible word: shower algae.). I wonder if, for example, Swift could also be called “Showwoman” and whether it would not even be good that it sounds less “handy”. Whether all this grip is not totally oll. Whether “show” and “girl”-being together, whether the ribbon crafting to Swift’s concerts cannot simply be a nice gimmick for everyone and not always everything has to be a girly. When is the end of the youth craze, when fun without compromising labels, exploitation and sale is possible. Maybe if we throw ourselves into the sea? “Only those who become grown up and stay a child is a person,” said the old box. Back to the algae, green on orange.