Koryn_Plunket Posted December 9, 2012 Brittany and I journeyed through the streets of New Orleans with Miss Niece and a young woman who's name leaves me at the moment. Brittany and I ordered a take-out vegetarian pizza, and sat our small posse at a table just across the street outside of some restaurant. People passed by in evening wear, looking at us like some kind of deformity. I guess our holey genes, cut off shorts, and band tees weren't good enough for a kind face. Brittany and I discussed the importance of vegetarianism, the methods of screwing the system, and our beloved Kurt Cobain. All the sudden, the young woman who had partook of our Jazzfest, take-out supper, looked at us in bewilderment. "You mean to tell me a couple of smart gal like you would idolize that suicidal crack head?" Yes, we would, in fact. But other than a reiteration of my admiration, I could not find the words to explain. Not everyone was locked inside Cobain's heart-shaped box. "My suicidal rockstar is better than your strung out slut?" (She had expressed her taste in Spears earlier). There was simply nothing I could say. Then the thought process brought me further: Yes, society hates people like Spears or Cobain or Snoop Dog, but they were the ones that shaped these people, they were the ones that nominated these people to live a life style of the rich and famous. Whatever. Nevermind. We let society rape us (and our friends, and then we let them do it again). It's clear to me that we cannot bleach the skid marks off our faces. The entire quire can stand up and tell me that they hate cooperation, politicians, and tv musicians, but the truth of the matter is that Pop Culture is the reflection of ourselves in a mirror we cannot break. We found our friends is Pop Culture--our idols--we're so ugly but we don't care. Because as long as our will is good, there isn't broken ears. I am a student who bit the poison apple, mimicking lyrics like Polly with dirty feathers and broken wings. Whatever...nevermind. We're all standing outside of the establishment singing "Hey, wait, we've got a new complaint". But truth be told we're always in debt to the "priceless advice" of the latest philosophy.Here I am now, I sit and drink Pennyroyal tea as I contemplate the newest "disease", but all I can say is "Entertain us". I feel stupid, and this mentality is contagious. Whatever. Nevermind. Note: there is a ton of Cobain's lyrics in this excerpt. The songs I used were: Lithium, Smells Like Teen Spirit, PennyRoyal Tea, Heart-shaped Box, Rape Me, and Polly.