Another week of lies from our president. What better time to partake in the Liars’ excellent new track (and video for), “Mess on a Mission,” the chorus of which begins, “Facts are fact and fiction’s fiction.”
I have no idea where time’s been going lately. I do know, however, that today’s the insignificant 33rd anniversary of Whitney Houston’s very significant breakthrough onto the Billboard chart: it was on this date in 1985 that the singer first reached #1, with “Saving All My Love for You.”
As a bonus, I’ve included Houston’s second number one single, the equally incomparable “How Will I Know,” after the jump.
You should really read Sheelah Kolhatkar’s New Yorker piece on conservative Sinclair Broadcast Group’s frightening creep across America and into people’s homes.
Few videos say “Friday” like Wiz Khalifa and Lil Skies’ recent collabo, “Fr Fr.”
Have great weekends, y’all!
The dual identity of “the man” in American slang perplexes me. We say “Damn the man” or “Don’t let the man get you down” to sneer at establishment figures, from the police to nameless powers-that-be. Yet at the same time, perhaps even in the same conversation, we praise peers’ success by declaring “You’re the man!” or “You the man!” (“You’re the woman/You the woman” is basically nonexistent, replaced instead with the cheer “You go girl!”)
This makes me wonder: Is the dual existence of “damn the man” and “you’re the man” simply a colloquial quirk, an example of language’s inherent slipperiness, or is it more of a Freudian slip, a symptom of the United States’ inherent contradiction of being a land of the free where everyone wants to be “like a boss”?
In any event, in case you’re interested, “the man” as a synonym for authority figures first appeared circa 1918, especially among underworld figures, and percolated into the mainstream in the 1960s. Meanwhile, “You’re the man” has a slightly hazier history, but internet detectives point to The Kay-Gees’ oft-sampled 1974 LP “Who’s the Man (With the Master Plan),” which includes just two lyrics, “Who’s the man with the master plan?” and “Inflation in the nation, headed for starvation.”
Here’s the audio:
I wanted something to capture the anger of this whole stinking Brett Kavanaugh thing, but also something poppy, because, you know, it’s still technically Friday, right? So, anyway: Le Tigre, “Deceptacon,” 1999. See you later…
For this week’s Found in the LOC, here are four neo-realism murals Brazilian painter Cândido Portinari completed for the Library of Congress’ Hispanic Reading Rooms in 1942. The LOC has way more detailed information than I can provide, and I encourage you to check out their essay.