YOU GUYS.
Chakky chopped off her ponytail. Like, she just...chopped it. IT'S GONE. And her facial expression there pretty much reflects mine when I heard the news.
This is the end of an era. An era of innocence and freedom. A post-modern bohemian renaissance that embraced the free exchange of ideas and culture, that strove for enlightenment and knowledge at all cost, that honored individuality and shunned corporate conformity. An era where it was totally dope to have a ponytail that hung down to your ass. An era when having it whip back and forth didn't automatically cue up horrible music made by children that adults pretend to like, but really, it's children making crap music that panders to adults and goddammit, why can't children just be children anymore?
Like I said. End of an era. Arcade Fire won Album of the Year at the Grammys. THE FUCKING GRAMMYS. ARCADE FIRE.
We live in a different world now, you guys, and to be honest, I don't know what the rules are anymore.
In memoriam:
Then again she beat Dani in Dubai, so...I don't know.
Maybe this is a good thing.
