Why Stereotyping monkeys get on my nerves and that one Jb song doesn’t…

I hate categorizations; and stereotyping; and when people put other people and things in groups and then judge them with a single minded monkey-like thought process. I love Taylor swift (no this is not a topic deviation); she was the first artist I ever loved and she’s been a constant, and no, I don’t exactly dig the recent chart-busters she’s been dishing out. What I love is vintage Taylor–Country houses and Cinderella dresses; Dear john, Hey Stephan, and Tim McGraw Taylor; Ours, Back to December, Long Live, Sparks Fly, and Mean Taylor. Now you’ll say, “Get it! Are you trying to say Country Taylor?” Yeah.

I’ve waned every country song by her, except I still like them all. I hunted for her unreleased music, Christmas covers and all (not a complete waste of efforts FYI) and afterwards when I couldn’t take it anymore, went on a search for similar artists/music. Right, “country.” So I tried listening to other country music and….well it sucked. It felt like shit. On a stick. (Except some Keith Urban. And Lady Antebellum. And this duo from the TV show Nashville.)

Sam & Clare from Nashville: Give “Fade into you” a listen…beautiful lyrics for a song that is essentially about sex!

So in conclusion: my favorite artist ever creates country songs that I dig, but country is not exactly my favorite genre, to be extremely mild. Ahem.

Similar case: The first time I discovered HOLYCHILD’s “Happy with me,” I knew I was in love within the first 10 seconds! If you haven’t, please do; it’s addictive.

Their sound is a mix of indie+electro+synth+pop+funk but trust me and don’t judge this song by that. Now I sometimes love good indie-pop, but its like 1% of my listening habits, and I so don’t have a soft corner for synth, punk, and stuff. But that’s what HOLYCHILD is about, and I don’t care if they belong to a genre that I don’t exactly follow, they are still a favorite.

Anyways, they define their genre as “brat-pop.” Isn’t that the coolest thing you’ve heard today?

One Republic– finally a favorite band whose sound and genre I both dig!

So why am I bringing them up? If you recall, many of their lesser popular slow rhythm songs have a serious piano, choir/church-like sound to it? Those songs are superb too right? but I’ll be a moron if based on that alone, I assume you’re fond of Sunday church masses!

Now, Justin Beiber is …I’m out of words. Let’s just say, people with taste don’t pay attention to him and believe it or not, I count myself among them, Ahem. But I won’t lie, so yes, I was an innocent child when “Baby” came out and we all worshipped it, friends and foes alike! But I never went into the “J.B. phase” (thank Lucifer) ’cause I was too busy with Taylor swift. Moving on, in 2011 a very cheesy album called “Never say never” was out, and I loved most of the songs on that. Some of them make me cringe today, but some I still listen to. There was this track “Overboard” which I still like; I don’t know why, except it’s nostalgic.

Whenever I listen to the tidal- waves opening, I smell/taste the cheesy chicken shawarma from this place I used to…. (NOT exactly poetic, I know, but I get all emo about food alright.) I am not even ashamed to say that I like the song, in spite of the fact that it features Miley Cyrus.

To be completely honest, I even loved her part.

But (as you might have figured out by now) I’m not a belieber (whoever came up with that lame term anyways).

So what I’m getting at is– I DON’T GET IT WHY people always need to be part of a group, and when they are they have to be so loyal that they put other such people (who always need to be part of a group, and when they are…) down and find faults and bitch about them. They get fandom-blinded! C’mon people why you so narrow-minded? (Crap did that just rhymed?!)

If anything, life needs some contrast.

Just because you like someone/ something doesn’t mean you like those/that kind. Let me give you an example: One of my best friends (let’s call her “A”) is nothing like the people I prefer. She’s a dumbo when it comes to studies and almost all practical matters (I’m so glad this blog is anon), loves make-up and dressing up, and doesn’t give a flying fudge about sunscreens. A hates reading, and we don’t have common taste in music or movies or literally anything except we both love supernatural and Dean Winchester. But we get along real cool. I don’t even remember what exactly we talk about when we hang out, but we never get enough. Maybe we talk about Supernatural…

I remember us reaching her place while coming back from walks and because we are always discussing something of national importance, we just stand there talking until someone from her house spots us from above–after about an hour–and yells something like, “The hell ya always stand there for? COME UP AND GET INSIDE!” No, we’re not involved romantically. Did I mention my reason for avoiding going up and in her house was “Can’t, will get late.”

So yeah, screw stereotypes!

A few days back someone asked me what was the last movie I watched and liked? And I had read a review here (long back), and watched the movie (recently, after ages) and I liked it; so I said, “Raincoat” and told them to watch the trailer. The reply I got is “Oh, you’re the indie-types.” I’m like, “what?” and they’re like, “You like silent-ass-dull-art movies I mean.” (That wasn’t their exact phrase because the person still lives.)
So I said, “The fork no! Do I look like a hookah-smoking depressed ass to you? Blast off!”

Now, that’s a classic example featuring one of the half-assed monkeys.

Comments are welcome; half-assed monkeys won’t be entertained.

A collage of my favorite artists, bands, and albums that I can recall at the moment!

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