Mourning Courtney Love
I normally could give two shits about celebrities and/or their plastic surgery.
But it seriously breaks my fucking heart to see Courtney Love nowadays.
You were my GIRL. My grrrrrl.
Yours was one of the first cassettes I ever bought: Parmatown mall, middle school. Pretty on the Inside. It blew my mind that such music could exist. I still have it.
One of my friends SCREEN-PRINTED the cover of Pretty on the Inside on a t-shirt for me and I wore the SHIT out of that thing.
I wore plastic clips in my hair 'cause of you.
I know that you and Kurt Cobain got married on my birthday and have this picture of you two in my scrapbook at home from, like, Sassy Magazine or something:
You made me realize that girls could be sexy and powerful.
You made me realize: fuck skinny, fuck pretty.
You were my fucking body-image role-model.
You made me feel like something large and monstrous and man-eating lived inside me.
You made me okay with myself.
I longed to be even HALF as strong as you.
You were feminism.
You were my superheroine.
You helped me get through high school in one piece.
Thank you for that.
I am listening to Pretty on the Inside as we speak, and I still think it's a fucking kick-ass, ball-busting album.
So seeing you all plastic surgeried out:
It just makes me sad to see them win.