When I used to be on ESPN, very often. That I looked tired was a common refrain, or that I have a fat face, what I was wearing, etc. … Sometimes it was about how hot I am and will I accept their marriage proposal? And then, of course, the more vile comments, which are always plus-plus. I’ve been called a c—- more times than I can count, had myriad death threats, and been told that the only reason I have my job is because I’m either a.) sleeping with all the athletes, or b.) sleeping with my (presumed) male bosses. I once had someone threaten to mace me outside my apartment building in New York City. ESPN security (which is rarely heralded but so invaluable to its employees and especially its talent) worked with me at the time, and hearing some of the stuff they had to protect against was awful. I’m just a white woman who hears it, but that’s nothing compared to the black women in our business. From what I’ve been told and have seen anecdotally, the misogyny plus the racism they endure is awful. Easy from my privileged perch to say this, but I’ve got it easy.
There’s been a lot of talk about Katniss Everdeen as an unconventional heroine, but she’s also got a pretty unconventional love interest, in that he would be a more Hollywood-conventional girlfriend than boyfriend.
Her larger mission — her war against the Capitol — often drifts out of focus behind her smaller, more immediate mission: saving Peeta. She lets others know that if it’s down to the two of them, he should be saved because of his goodness. She is unsurprised when she’s told she doesn’t deserve him.
He encourages her to talk about her feelings. He encourages her to share herself with others. He promises her, falsely but selflessly, that her indifference doesn’t hurt him and she owes him nothing. If she ever wants to come to her senses, come down from those fences, he’ll be there.
He’s better than she is, but softer. He’s less knowing than she is. He’s less cynical than she is. He’s just as tough and as brave as he can possibly be with the skill set he has, and she’s responsible for mopping up when that’s not enough. To fail to protect him is to betray her, because that may well be the only job she gives you.
She kisses him sometimes, but she keeps him on a need-to-know basis, and she decides what he needs to know.
He loves her as she is, while knowing he’ll never change her and parts of her will always be mysterious and out of reach.
My fiance IS Peeta.
I don’t even know why I would want to be on a label in a few years, because I don’t think it’s going to work by labels and by distribution systems in the same way. The absolute transformation of everything that we ever thought about music will take place within 10 years, and nothing is going to be able to stop it. I see absolutely no point in pretending that it’s not going to happen. I’m fully confident that copyright, for instance, will no longer exist in 10 years, and authorship and intellectual property is in for such a bashing. Music itself is going to become like running water or electricity. So it’s like, just take advantage of these last few years because none of this is ever going to happen again. You’d better be prepared for doing a lot of touring because that’s really the only unique situation that’s going to be left. It’s terribly exciting. But on the other hand it doesn’t matter if you think it’s exciting or not; it’s what’s going to happen.
I feel like I’ve said and read all of the stuff in this article before, but the commentary (yes, even for a fucking Gawker site) is more intriguing than anything else.
And that is strange to me, since comment sections on everything make me go blind with rage and I immediately feel like smashing shit.
Oh, and today for the third time this week, I immediately had someone talk Spanish to me and mistake me for Latino, so yeah, you could say I have issues.
This was definitely one of the most emotional shows that I’ve ever covered. Moving Mountains are a band that me and my friends used to see all the time and seeing them progress throughout their career was such an incredible sight that brings back so many different memories to my mind.
I’ve been following Moving Mountains since 2008, right after Deep Elm re-released Pneuma. I was probably on the internet when I found them, going through the Deep Elm catalog, and listened. It was beautiful. I read up a little more on them from what I could find (I do this with a lot of bands I listen to) and to my pleasant surprise, they were actually from Westchester, too! So I paid attention to them, just a little bit more.
Their music resonated with me quite a bit because I grew up in the same area, playing the same scene they did many years prior, only they were truly able to articulate something that, to this day I don’t really have the words for. There’s a lot of focus on the natural beauty of our specific area of New York in the lyrics and themes of searching and finding, changing, and loss.
It was exactly what I needed to hear based on where I was at the time in my life, and reminded me that things again could be really simple if I could only strip away what didn’t matter and find the core of myself again.
So, to “find” and tune into them at a time when they were a REALLY small band was astonishing. I saw them play really small shows — high schools in the middle of winter for $5, coffee shops at universities upstate, their own college hangout — it was fun to watch their band grow and change and see that they were being well-received, which led to signing to a label and going on Warped Tour.
I think I was maybe like, fan number 70 or something when I liked their Facebook page, looking for more material from them. Really. Seriously. They were that small of a band when I became a fan.
But what they represent to me was really a reminder of something that I had long forgotten within — something really pure and really beautiful, in a place full of discovery and wonder and hope. A place where you just could totally be yourself if you stayed true to your roots.
That being said, I can’t wait to see which directions they’ll all go from here, since their music propelled me through my own paths of divergence, too. I’ll miss Moving Mountains, but I know there are great things ahead for all of them.