Firehawk works a regular joe job
during the daytime, but at night, she turns into an unrelentingly
ferocious raptor, ripping and tearing apart horrible pop culture,
vehicular infrastructures, and the patriarchy with her stunning talons.
She hates most things, but she really loves billy blanks and tae bo,
cascadian doom metal, the desert, and her canine familiar, Toona. Just
how and why a bird of prey hangs out with a fox hound remains a mystery
to most. In the meantime, we applaud this unprecedented inter-species
commingling of the minds because without it, Firehawk would surely not
be grounded long enough to do a silly podcast about meaningless
hollywood movies.
I have jeopardized friendships and driven home in silence after
critiquing the Joker's weak immitation of nihilism and Chrisopher
Nolan's inability to escape Adam West style cartoonishness in his second
"Dark Knight" film. My first girlfriend cited my inability to indulge
her guilty pleasure for the newest N'Sync single in her break up talk. I
have been a hater for many years. They have been years of loss and
bitterness, but c'mon, who can honestly tell me that a giant "Ka-POW"
star would have been out of place when Batman clotheslined and flipped
over that semi-truck? Really!
Despite the social costs, and many paradoxical attempts to authentically
embrace a post-modern ironic appreciation of pop culture, or a radical
buddhist acceptance of subjectivity, or some good ole proletarian
anti-intellectualism, I just keep coming back to this fucking hatred.
Something about seeing the negative in things is comfortable and easy
for me, I guess.
I used to feel bad about this, like that negative thinking produces more
negative thinking, and maybe that's true. By that same logic,
authenticity must produce more authenticity, and thus my feelings and
expressions of love and support for those who deserve it can only grow
alongside the unrestrained vitriol I'm spewing at the horrible cultural
articfacts which this hateful world relentlessly insists on producing.
Bye Bye Bye, Baby!
