i confess myself confused about this lana del ray backlash.  her performance on snl wasn’t particularly dynamic, but i really like the recorded versions of those songs.  to be fair, i haven’t read much about this backlash other than quite a few snarky tumblr posts today. 

for what it’s worth, i really like her.  or at least i like those two songs from that one EP.  which is basically the same thing in my mind.  inside my brain it’s a very short leap from, “i like this thing you did” to “you must be great!”  i actually listened to her on repeat for most of today.  those two songs fit perfectly into the grey day i was having. 

instead of hating on lana del ray, let’s hate on spider-man, shall we?  the tips of my fingers are sore from pushing pins/sewing through velcro on his fucking shoe covers.  i hate all sewing that requires the use of pliers.  i stuck my needle under my thumbnail at least once today.  i hate when the best way to do a job is still slow and painful.  i hate myself a bit for not having picked up a new thimble after destroying mine during the rockettes build.  i’ve also got some irritation at having to stay late at work to set up and sew shoe covers for a fitting tomorrow.  it could have been done at any point today if either wardrobe or our people had followed up with the request and had them sent down from the show earlier in the day.  instead, they arrived 15 minutes before i was supposed to leave.  plus, i was cranky all day, and it was too hot in the shop and grey outside, and i just kept making stupid fucking mistakes.  come to think of it, i probably ought to have listened to something that pulled me out of my bad mood instead of feeding it with the melancholy of lana del ray.  oops. 

but seriously, fuck you, spider-man.  your shoes are basically my least favourite job.  except for ripping out the tongues.  that part is fun.  but it’s all downhill from there.  maybe i can teach the shoe covers to the new first hand on our team and she will be super fast and amazing at it and put my slow-going, shoe cover sewing with pliers to shame.  and then it can be her job.  and maybe she will love it, too. 

i mean, a girl can dream, right?