This is one of the best things I've ever read, and I'm not even a huge Weezer fan nor do I know any intimate details of his life. But that's how you know when writing is good- even if you don't know anything about the topic, you just get it:
I am not the world's leading expert on emotional maturity. I find that PJ Harvey song about mutilating dudes to be emotionally useful, on a more or less continual basis. But I will tell you this: The moment you, the female listener, break up with your internal Rivers Cuomo, the moment you renounce this particular mode of male expression and declare it no longer desirable or cute, the moment you no longer confuse the feeling of wanting to take a boy home and make him soup and somehow fix all his problems via blow job with love, is the moment that you're free. Because, at that point, you no longer care so much about his feelings. You still care, of course, about those. But never more than you care about your own.
If you like Weezer, like to laugh, like to read really good fucking writing, or have ever had a boyfriend and/or girlfriend, you should check it out. It was written by none other than the awesome, hilarious, Sady fucking Doyle.
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That is an excellent essay. Excellent.
However.
I've never been a Weezer fan; I only know a few of their (most famous) songs, and the particular Rivers Cuomo fetish she discusses is alien to me. So while there were paragraphs that I loved, and I appreciate the essay very much, a lot of it, especially the beginning, I just didn't get. Also, River Cuomo's odd sex fetishes and his obsession with that girl from Japan (who he later married and had a daughter with, important points Sady should have mentioned) have been written about several times before, in RollingStone. Chuck Klosterman, in his most recent book, Eating the Dinosaur, devotes most of an essay to Weezer, "Pinkerton", and "Across the Sea". (Tiger Beatdown apparently has also written about this before.)
Glad you're back!
I was never a big fan of Rivers, either. But I think what makes this so good is that as specific as Sady gets about his life, he's still kind of interchangeable for any dude you had an immature crush on/relationship with. That's why I got it.
I can't tell you how happy I am that you referenced her as "Sady fucking Doyle".
Haha, I was hoping someone would pick up on the Sady fucking Doyle part.
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