I am completely fascinated by the differences and comparisons between real life and fairy tales because we’re raised as little girls to think that we’re a princess and that Prince Charming is going to sweep us off our feet. And that we’re going to ride off into the sunset on a white horse. We’re not really expecting to get blown off or ignored or broken up with or cheated on. … I think it’s really interesting when you come to terms with that reality: “Maybe that’s not gonna happen with this guy because this guy’s a jerk.”
But there’s still that core of us that believes that it’s true and that if you find the right person, you can have that love story and it can work out. So there are different examples of fairy tales, and sometimes I believe in them and sometimes I don’t. And moments on the record like in “White Horse,” it’s a song about, “Wow, this is not a fairy tale, is it? Awesome. Great.” It’s (about how) I’m coming to this realization that this is not a fairy tale at all — this is real life. And then there’s “Love Story,” which is about the complete optimist. This is a love story: “Say yes, and everything will be fine forever, and it will be perfect, and we’ll have a happy ending.” I think it’s important to keep both sides of that. You know, to kind of be a little skeptical of it, but then if you meet the right person, just to believe it will be perfect.
Occasionally, I’ll get the rare message in my ask box from a young dude who wants me to teach him how to get girls.
SHIT, I DON’T KNOW! If I knew how to get girls, I’d have them!
I think you need to find out what they like, and then you build a trap with that inside of it. For e.g.
Pooh’s first idea was that they should dig a Very Deep Pit, and then the Girl would come along and fall into the Pit, and —
"Why?" said Piglet.
"Why what? said Pooh.
"Why would she fall in?"
Pooh rubbed his nose with his paw and said that the Girl might be walking along, humming a little song, and looking up at the sky, wondering if it would rain, and so she wouldn’t see the Very Deep Pit until she was half-way down, when it would be too late.
Piglet said that this was a very good Trap, but supposing it were raining already?
Pooh rubbed his nose again, and said that he hadn’t thought of that. And then he brightened up, and said that, if it were raining already, the Girl would be looking at the sky wondering if it would clear up, and so she wouldn’t see the Very Deep Pit until she was half-way down… When it would be too late.
Piglet said that, now that this point had been explained, he thought it was a Cunning Trap.
Pooh was very proud when he heard this, and he felt that the Girl was as good as caught already, but there was just one other thing which had to be thought about, and it was this. Where should they dig the Very Deep Pit?
Piglet said that the best place would be somewhere where a Girl was, just before she fell into it, only about a foot farther on.
"But then she would see us digging it," said Pooh.
"Not if she was looking at the sky."
"She would Suspect," said Pooh, "if she happened to look down." He thought for a long time and then added sadly, "It isn’t as easy as I thought. I suppose that’s why Girls hardly ever get caught."
-A.A. Milne, “In Which Piglet Meets a Girl” in Winnie-the-Pooh (1926)
Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex.
This is pretty smart as well actually.
I tend to think that despite the fact that they consistently got pretty good critical reviews, Blink-182 is unfortunately sidelined as an only semi-serious band. When I was in high school, their music functioned as a kind of musical Babelfish, providing imperfect but extremely useful translation for what the guys I knew were thinking.
Alyssa Rosenberg, “The Weirdest Album I’m Most Looking Forward To,” The Atlantic, 25 August 2010
Wow. Just… wow.
I mean, when I was a guy in high school I think maybe I thought Blink-182 did have some insight into what I was thinking. So even stranger than Rosenberg’s crazy attempt at telepathy is that it might have even worked.
I just don’t know what to think!
I’ve met a lot of girls who say they recognize themselves in Hermione. I think it’s a very female way of coping, to try and be the best. Hermione is a character I understand really, really well. I consciously try to make it clear that underneath the aggravating surface is someone who is actually quite insecure, hence her constant struggle to be the best. I think boy readers can grudgingly see the point of Hermione. Girls tend to identify with her a lot more. It probably is a particularly female characteristic for young girls to cover up their insecurities about feeling plain, or whatever inadequacy, by trying to get the best marks.
Taylor Swift. Teenager, country music. She always wear dresses. But what do the dresses mean?
I’m impaired talking about women’s dresses, impaired because I’m a guy and impaired because I developed a habit early on in my traumatic adolescence of not comprehending what I was seeing, of turning off the brain inside my eyes: The way I dealt with fashion was not to think about it.
So, last Friday night I was in a coffeehouse, sitting across from my gorgeous friend Keenan, who’s never heard Taylor, but I nonetheless wanted her to explain Taylor to me. I’m trying to describe Taylor’s dresses, that they don’t simply go down to a hem, they flow down, some of them with vertical folds … is the word “pleats”? … sometimes one part of the dress going down to here and another part in back going down farther. There must be a word that describes this look, a term that everyone knows but that I don’t.
Why does Taylor Swift always wear dresses? Pink ones, or light blues, she’ll wear them, not necessarily “elegant” dresses, but not homey or homely or plebian or workaday, either, but bright with a sexy flow. Keenan, comprehending what I could not, hearing my description, says, “They’re summer dresses!”
[S]he’s helping me to understand summer dresses. “Summertime dresses … You can whip ’em off in a second, go in a creek, or even go into the creek with the dress on. Wearing a dress like that is like wearing a cloud.”
So in effect she’s telling me that Taylor’s summer dresses can be freedom dresses.
Frank Kogan, “The Rules of the Game No. 28: Dresses are my weakness, seriously," Las Vegas Weekly, January 24, 2008
I have no idea why anyone would interpret a woman in her twenties who affects a cartoonishly shy demeanor and wanders around all wobbly and doe-eyed in frilly white baby-doll dresses […] as somehow pandering to our larger cultural desire for infantilized, soft, non-threatening, non-aggressive, defined-by-their-relationships, I-fuck-to-get-closer-to-my-boyfriend-not-for-the-love-of-fucking little child-women.