Toadcast #56 – Valentine’s Schmalentine’s
We both hate Valentine’s day and have no desire to take part in its consumerist pantomime. It seems to have created its own little rituals in our house though: we have an annual Valentine’s hate-fest, which lasts a couple of days, where we pour scorn on both the event itself and anyone who takes part in it. The problem is, in doing so, we have sort of made ourselves part of what gets on our own nerves. Fucking people and their fucking stupid valentine’s traditions like, er… this one.
This is only the second in what will probably become an annual Valentine’s Scorn-o-rama, but it already feels like a time-honoured tradition. So if you’re single, generally antagonistic, miserable, lonely or just plain indifferent then this is the podcast for you. We even have an odd conversation where we wonder what the point of marriage is – a slightly bizarre thing for a married couple to start wondering about. But that’s the Toadcasts for you.
Toadcast #56 – Valentine’s Schmalentine’s
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01. Nirvana – Rape Me (00.57)
02. Weeping Willows – Failing in Love (06.39
03. Cherry Poppin’ Daddies – When I Change Your Mind (13.36)
04. The White Stripes – Conquest (16.04)
05. Tammy Wynette – D.I.V.O.R.C.E. (22.38)
06. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds – She’s Leaving You (25.32)
07. Yo La Tengo – Stockholm Syndrome (35.26)
08. Aidan Moffat & the Best Ofs – Oh Men! (42.33)
09. The Avett Brothers – The Ballad of Love & Hate (45.36)
10. Arab Strap – There is No Ending (59.09)
that tammy wynette song is an all-time favourite. good pick!
best.toadcast.ever.x
Love that Arab Strap song.
Oh! And this from he who scorned my spew against marriage late last year. Well, I join you in the hate-fest today. No hugs, no kisses, gah. (just kidding, xoxoxo)
Marriage is oddly important, Tarticles, I’m just buggered if I can figure out why. It’s an empty ritual which only exists because we’re a herd animal which reacts very strongly to collective expectation. The daft thing is, I know hoe silly it is, but it still doesn’t make it mean any the less to me.
“you play me a constant stream of drivel, and i rarely pay attention to any of it” – man, does that sound like a familiar quote!
“only exists because we’re a herd animal which reacts very strongly to collective expectation.”
Oh Matthew, how can it be that simple when you and the Missus also agree (do you?) that holidays are manufactured for the sake of capitalist consumption, namely gift-giving? Surely you must recognize that the collective expectation, i.e., institution of marriage is also a capitalist construction, rooted in an economic contract?
All the more reason to hate this holiday which attempts to cover up this ugly “I fuck you – you promise to fuck only me for life – and in return I support you economically while you surrender all your property to me” transaction in red ribbons, white lace, and chocolates?
xoxoox,
Tart
Re: last paragraph. That is not really what our relationship is like. You’ve been watching too many Kate Hudson movies. If it was anything like that, neither of us would be in it.
“Surely you must recognize that the collective expectation, i.e., institution of marriage is also a capitalist construction, rooted in an economic contract?”
This is just flat out wrong. Marriage as we know it in the West owes a far greater debt to feudal political maneuvering, where marriage was used as part diplomatic tool, part property transaction. All of this massively pre-dates Capitalism. You’ve been watching too many Kate Hudson movies.
Actually, if you’ve watched any Kate Hudson movies, you’ve been watching too many Kate Hudson movies.
I quite enjoyed Almost Famous, even it was a fairly workmanlike and insubstantial cup of frothy Americana.
It had good solid performances from dependable stalwarts like Philip Seymour Hoffman, Frances McDormand and Billy Crudup.
And, of course, Miss Hudson providing some quite delightful eye-candy.
If you think Kate Hudson is eye candy then you do not deserve to be the owner of a penis.
You, sir, are a boor and a nincompoop!