i think this is supposed to be poetry, there are a lot of rhymes in there. i believe it is intended to be read in onegin stanza, although she does occasionally dip into iambic pentameter. there are also a couple of stray anapaests thrown in which subtly undermines the predominant metric pattern. i’ll eat my hat if this isn’t the most extraordinarily subversive comment on the pitfalls of postmodernism since jürgen habermas.
It’s actually romantic, she’s just iterating herself in the vernacular, which in this case is slightly tarnished and isn’t comprised of a huge lexicon. But at least it’s not as bombastic as this drivel.
As to humour, insert your own cultural icons and theorists, anecdotes and non-sequiturs. Habermas is taken, so maybe I’ll start the ball rolling with Roland Barthes and Death of the Author. Also throw in a bit of Rick James for the “hell” of it.
#23 – i can’t help reading your comment in a french accent. it’s the slightly forced use of big words just for the sake of it, combined with the giveaway mistake in the first sentence. there simply can’t be two people as preposterous as you, pep.
i like your recommended reading though. barthes provides a much more appropriate framework within which to read candice than habermas. i admit, i only mentioned him for the academic lulz. someone like chomsky would have been a better choice, in retrospect, if his name wasn’t such a dirty word in the media!
Called out twice. Now I feel like White Fang when he gets to that dude’s house. Obviously though, my point was the bombast lulz. Lol at the “dirty word in the media.” Don’t get the pep reference, enlighten me?
Honestly, this isn’t as awful as I thought it was going to be. Aside from the U’s and some other mistakes, her spelling and punctuation are pretty good. The rap isn’t the best, but there’s way, way, WAY worse stuff out there than this.