thefrogman:

azureskiesofdeepestsummer:

Lydia, I’m glad your dead. You were the shittest companion ever, you’d nudge me when I was trying to do a sneak arrow shot, you’d step on bear traps even though they were OBVIOUSLY THERE…Get yo shit together in the afterlife. 

MOTHER FUCKER, IF YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE SIMPLE CONCEPT OF “FIRE BAD, DO NOT STAND IN THE WAY OF THE GIANT CAT MAN SHOOTING FIRE OUT OF HIS HANDS.” THEN YOU HAD IT FUCKING COMING.

FUCK LYDIA.

Every time I hear the song I feel a part of my mind slipping away, like staring into the eyes of some lovecraftian horror that is slowly draining my sanity. But much to my chagrin I find it oddly enrapturing, like watching a car crash, or being addicted to heroin; It cannot possibly be good for me, and yet I cannot stop.

I recently saw a video entitled “Alive Inside.” The video was about an elderly gentleman who lives in care, and spends most of his days in a catatonic state. But when he’s introduced to music that was popular when he was young, he comes alive. As if he was just sleeping the whole time and is just now becoming cognisant and full of life. He begins to answer questions about his life clearly and concisely, it’s quite a sight to behold.

The reason I bring this up, is because when my earways are invaded by the “song” “Stupid Hoe” I feel completely the opposite. The constant, repetitive “bassline” is a slow march into idiocy, bashing away the little intellect I have, urging me to let go of the little enlightenment I have.

The Lyrics seem to be entirely based around Nicki Minaj’s need to put down those she sees as a threat, as a way to guard her ego. Deriding her detractors as “stupid hoe’s” puts them beneath her, and regardless of what they have to say, it can safely be locked away in the little bank of thoughts soon to be forgotten.

I’ve read a lot of posts from people deriding this song as “the death of good music,” as if no-one recorded a terrible before the year 2000. “Stupid Hoe” is just another dumb song, but one that is so dumb, and so mind-numbingly awful that I cannot help but find it a little enrapturing.

May God/Jesus/Zeus/Shiva/Optimus Prime have mercy on my soul.