Haunting the shell

Wow, it’s been getting pretty close to being an entire year since I wrote anything on this blog. (I feel like I don’t have much time for writing these days, even when I should technically be making a career out of it) I did something this weekend that made me want to type.

See, I watched Ghost in the Shell over the weekend. We’re not talking the classic 1995 anime that we all hold dearly, but the new Live action jaunt starring Scarlett Johansson. Truth to be told, I was morbidly curious to see it, because of the chatter of how bad it is.

I get that way you know, wanting to see what all the fuss is about.

So I asked my friend to come with me, (cause I don’t like watching movies alone.) and I was prepared to be very disappointed.

But in the end, I actually enjoyed it.

This is the part where I would talk about why I enjoyed it in much more detail, but for the sake of argument I suppose I should add a disclaimer: Continue reading

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It never ceases to surprise me anymore, how we’re always so eager to judge something without fully understanding the situation. Why does that happen? our information age gives you every possible anecdote you need to know before you should even begin to assess the situation.

But somehow it always surprises me when it comes to music.

And we’re talking Black Eyed Peas level of Let’s get Retarded here. Where they let you know at the very beginning of the song “In this context, there’s no disrespect.” (It always seems to be one of my favourite examples to bring up. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with the word, retarded.) You could argue a point and you may not be wrong, but they knew what they were doing when they wrote it.

I’m getting side tracked, so I’m just going to show you Xzibit A: Continue reading

Not sure if want to listen.

Disclaimer: Given the nature of content in this article, I must take a stance and warn you before your ears start to burn. The topic of this article involves music that is, or has the potential to be offensive. Sexist, Racist music usually covers a wider perspective than you’re probably aware of. Now that I’ve covered my ground in letting you know that this is probably NOT SAFE FOR WORK, let’s have fun and explore the topic.

Robin Thicky’s Blurred Lines is under a lot of skins.  A song that was released over the summer, despite it’s pop like nature, became an involuntary anthem for rape.

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