holy snapitude

Today I got to hang out w/ Nathan and Beth, pals from back in the portland, the former of whom used to dj crazy danceparties circa 2003 “too crunk to fuck” so sez N–the latter of whom used to get loco on the drink, then get busy on the dancefloor like you know she can. Anyway, they were like :YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS SONG RIGHT NOW, and THEY WERE RIGHT
the song is “DON’T FUCK WIT MA JUVIE”
As pure artistic enjoyment it is fucking bananas and as far as I can tell, it is a live track by one or two 14-year-old girls from the 13th ward. Its wild-out gangbusting jubilance is concurrant with its, well, precocious lyrics from a lady on the early end of “teen.” Will someone who knows explain to me the deal in sthrn lyrics equating sex with abuse, please tell me it is metaphor i just don’t get.
ALSO: I have been doing tons of interviews with TRL style artists, and I would like to say to all the ladies young and old who aspire to look like, say, a Pussycat Doll: anyone can look gorgeous, or at least TV gorgeous, beneath a full city block of foundation and mascara. The beauty standard is fake, we all know this front and back and side to side, but it really hits you when you’re in a studio with a multi-gatrillion dollar pop star and realize they would look completely normal and normal real-girl pretty if it weren’t for all the prosthetics. Incidentally, the most beautiful lady I’ve interviewed in this corpo megalith to date is Beth Ditto of the Gossip. She was wearing a ripped green t-shirt.
RE: the major depressive episode. Wish I coulda just NetFlixed the whole season and saved myself the trouble.