You know what really grinds my gears?
The fucking Veronicas.
Okay, now, to be strictly honest, I don’t know much about their music other than the fact that every song of theirs I ever remember hearing has filled me with the mild desire to bludgeon someone (mostly myself) to death, but honestly – how fucking annoying are they?
It’s not just their shiteful music or that faux angry girl Avril Lavignesque thing they do (as though black eyelines is just shorthand for being, like, really deep n' shit). It’s that fucked up oh-we’re-sisters-but-we-sometimes-like-to-suggest-in-photos-we-might-be-much-much-more-to-help-teenage-boys-everywhere-masturbate-furiously thing they’ve got going on. I know, I know - I'm a complete killjoy.
It’s not that I have anything against a little bit of ho-yay (as long time readers know it's quite clearly quite the reverse) but it’s the commercialisation of it that shits me. And how blatant it is. And the fact that lesbianism (Er… lesbianism? Now that doesn’t sound right…) gets reduced to a marketing schtick. You can imagine the kind of conversations that go on at these photo shoots (“just a little closer, thaaat’s right…”) and for some reason it infuriates me.
Why? Why should I care if they want to sell a few extra albums by suggesting they have hot big-nosed (hey, it’s true) sex? And am I such a joyless curmudgeon that I can’t give a rueful smile at the marketing saviness of it all? Can I not simply appreciate what must be, for some boys at least, a delight to look at? Isn't there an argument to be made that they're just exploiting horny boys for their financial gain? Hmm nah. They still grind my fucking gears.