I cant believe i just wrote a whole entry on dubstep, but here it is

So I don't actively listen to dubstep or really know much about it aside from the fact that that Skrillex kid looks exactly like Cory Feldman.  But when I'm out somewhere at night and everyone is a couple of drinks in and suddenly the bass drops into the bowels hell and i can feel my organs vibrating in my chest cavity, im like FUCK YES, THIS IS AWESOME.  So basically I love dubstep in the most viscerally ignorant way possible.  I think its great.  And im clearly not the only one.

So during my tedious PT cryotherapy lecture today I took a little brain vacay and tried to sort of figure out why I, a devoted folk music/singer-songwriter listener who gets hot new music tips from NPR, would selectively latch on to this particular music fad.  What follows is my exhaustively not-researched theory.

Im a nineties kid.   I came of age with Original Nickelodeon and ride-in Barbie cars and those boxy cellphones the size of bricks.  We as a society were unknowingly about to be flung into the bottomless maw of the internet, but still had around ten years of peace left before it all started getting really out of control and weird.  We still had plenty of shit that needed to be plugged in, but being technology-less the way in which we define it today was still effortless, and we look back on ourselves during that time in wonder, exclaiming "how did we ever live like that?"

So as a result, all of our visions of the "future" were still pretty fun and analog.  My favorite example of this is Total Recall.  There were black-screened computers with green typeface all controlling incomprehensible technologies that are still years in the future even today.  Everything was sleek and metal, with flying cars and moving sidewalks and robots doing everything for you, automated everything, people peacefully co-existing with blue three-titted aliens, all decked out in crazy future outfits that were all metallic (and all seemed to inexplicably involve future-y gogo boots for the women)....the list goes on. 

So bottom line--the future looked FUN.  In the nineties people still thought the future was going to be all gleaming and jetson-y--we hadnt lost that sort of fifties-era desire for flying cars and floating cities. 

Fast forward to now.  Twenty or so years later.  We have the most incredible shit now--cars that run on electicity, electronics smaller than a credit card that hold every album you have ever owned, Apple products, Apple products, Apple products (did I mention Apple products, because the iPad still blows my mind every fucking day).  We can talk to each other face-to-face from anywhere on Earth at the touch of a button.  Just last night Tupac basically came back from the dead to perform at Coachella.  Its a cool time in history, and in many ways has surpassed anything we could have imagined back in the day.  The future, aka now, is really incredible.

But...it doesn't LOOK like the future.  Where is all the metal?  Where are the hovercrafts?? Where are the teleporters and time machines???  WHY AM I STILL WEARING BLUE JEANS?

So the kid is me is still slightly disappointed.  Maybe she would have been disappointed no matter what. 

But...and heres where dubstep finally enters the scene...when youre out and its finally late enough that youre dancing and sweaty and dont even give a shit how you look, there comes that moment where the rihanna remixes FINALLY cut out, and the there are no more vocals, just music.  At first its pretty subtle, but then you feel it building...still normal...normal, normal, norrrmalllll...slight pause...WOOOOOOOOMMMMPPP!  ROBOTS!  SCREECHY METAL SOUNDS!!  01010111 01101111 01101111!!  WE MADE IT OUT OF THE MATRIX!!!"  THAT sounds exactly how the future was supposed to look--glorious, raw and vaguely scary.

So yeah, i think thats why i like dubstep.

This entry not only has a weird twist at the end, but also proves that I am the laziest person on the fucking earth

Until around 1pm I had been laying in bed reading blogs all morning/early afternoon, in my pajamas, filthy hair and unbrushed teeth, the whole nine yards.

But you know what? I didn't want to waste the whole day IN BED--how lame is that?  So I got up, showered, dried my hair...but what to wear? 

My first instinct was to jam into my favorite Disgusting Yellow Sweatpants, but those seem more fitting for casual lounging in bed, where I was looking to transition into more formal couch lounging.  So I dug through my drawer where I eventually found my Sexy Sweatpants from Victorias Secret--still sweatpants, but slightly more fitted with a flared leg and low-rise waistband**

But then I started to over analyze.  My feminist mind became vaguely offended at the idea of sexy sweatpants.  I mean, what the fuck?? Have I seriously become so pre-conditoned by society to look cute at all times that I cant even allow myself to wear non-sexy sweatpants in the comfort and security of my locked one-bedroom apartment?  How sad and awful is that? 

Like most things in life, this tumultuous upheaval was resolved with a compromise:  Sexy Sweatpants paired with unsexy-but-still-totally-rad oversized Guns N Roses tshirt, brushed teeth, but still no makeup.  Perhaps my daughters' daughters will one day live in a world where they can wear their ugly yellow sweatpants, not only in their homes but out in public,  without fear of personal of public retribution.  I went out and got coffee with no mascara on the other morning, so I feel as though I can say I've been to the mountaintop.

God I'm inspiring.

**do not confuse Sexy Sweat Pants with Yoga Pants, as Yoga Pants are for loungers on the go (i.e. public lounging such as coffee shops or matinees).

Remember that time vacation is already over?

This is what my legs look like right now.  Not included in this picture is the weird wrist hemorrhage that appeared suddenly after hot yoga or the minor yet awesomely bloody head wound I sustained as a direct result of being an amateurish retard on skis. 
Moral of the story: TELLURIDE WAS ARESOME.