They call me Stacey
As I reach the age when I'm coeval with the music supervisors of the movies and tv shows I'm watching, I become inundated with the music of the early 2000's, which I've really turned my back on and even bear a grudge, for what I've thought is objectively devaluing of my previous immature taste, but which may actually be, the notion is creeping on me, a rejecting of the projection of my younger self, which as it dawned served constructively as a motivation to grow and seek "better" things, but now that I've grown (at least in terms of taste) I can reconcile with Broken Social Scene and TV on the Radio, The Unicorns, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, and the person I was when I listened to them every day when they were my favorite bands. I cringe like the most inhibited asshole (i.e. tightened scaffold of my own soul) when I see people at parties sing their hearts out to Fallout Boy, etc., but they are embracing their younger selves in a way that I find uncomfortable, which is why I only listen to the old bands when I'm drunk. It isn't and shouldn't feel threatening to me at this point, and if it does threaten me, that only signals that I'm a poser who prefers to reimagine her whole life as living in a different time and place, and rejecting the time in place in which she did live. To be fair, I came of age in the early 2000's, when beauty standards were impossible skinny, slung around the shoulder and hip bones with drooping synthetic material, and the pop music they played on the radio at Bruster's was The Ting-Tings, Black-Eyed Peas, and Jason Mraz.