Been reading A LOT of Christian perspectives on gender roles lately and my brain sorta aches from the weighty and emotional back-and-forth of it all.
One interesting argument put forth by the complementarian/patriarchal side (I'm so so so sorry, I've read so many articles in the last 12 hours and I can't find which one it was. Terrible of me I know.) is the 'you shall desire your husband and he shall rule over you' curse, as an excuse for imbalance of power in male-female relationships. Um, yeah.
This could all just be me misreading and misunderstanding the Bible, so please feel free to discuss, but when I think of Biblical curses, I don't think of them as being the same as Biblical commands. When God curses Cain, the first murderer ever, Cain cries out that the punishment is too harsh and he fears that other people will see his cursedness and use it as an excuse to carry out their own vengeance and kill him. God tells him that anyone who does so will incur a punishment seven times more severe! So is a curse something that people need to rush out and fulfill on behalf of the cursed person? I've never thought so.
When God curses Adam and Eve He doesn't go to Adam and say, "Look, you're wife's going to desire you: rule over her." He says it to Eve, giving her a concrete consequence of her behaviour. He gives Adam a concrete consequence for Adam's behaviour too: life's going to be hard and short and work will be difficult and painful. If we are meant to enforce the opression of women, does this mean that we should tear down any man who finds himself in a fulfilling and enjoyable job?
It's an imperfect metaphor but I always saw God as the doctor going, "You jumped off the cliff at this angle: these are the bones you broke." The curse is not a part of God's original plan for the Earth, but a symbol of the Earth's brokeness! The curse is not a command on which to base behaviour but a sign that tells how commands have been broken and behaviour is not as it should be!
When humanity rebelled against God's command, it's as if the perfectly running train was driven off its tracks by a rebellious driver. Now the train is broken - but we should still try to drive the train on the tracks as was originally intended, right? Even if the train is broken and halting?
I am not a feminist; at least, I don't agree with all the agendas of second- and third-wave feminism. I tend to be very THAT BATHWATER STILL HAS A BABY IN IT about nearly everything, so I find it very difficult to definitely pick a side on political and social issues. I place a lot of value on traditionally 'feminine' qualities, many of which cop a lot of ridicule and abuse these days... such as a propensity to prioritise family life, community and children over breadwinning... or simply virtues that are seen as 'feminine', such as patience, meekness, gentleness and compassion. Let me make myself clear: I don't see these characteristics as particularly gendered at all - I value these qualities wherever I find them in humanity, whether it be male or female. Feminism and I can't agree a lot of the time because it seems to me that feminists reject these values and ideas in favour of qualities more traditionally 'masculine', such as leadership, independence, fighting spirit and courage. Which are all fantastic, wonderful qualities... just not necessarily better than those qualities traditionally seen as 'feminine'.
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Friday, 20 July 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Having a thinky think again because thinky thinks are fun and time consuming.
A website I follow posted an article about all the things wrong with Disney's Beauty and the Beast today and they linked to a youtube video about Beauty and the Beast's subliminal messaging. It was mostly silly, silly stuff: "look, the word 'sex' hidden in the animation a million times ifyousquintandmashittogetherabit". Firstly, do you really think that the top Disney executives sit their animators down and say "See here, fellas, you haven't fulfilled your quota of childish self-sabotaging graffiti yet - I want the word 'sex' sort-of-but-not-really scrawled at least ten times more in this film!" Really? If any of the so called 'subliminal' texts were deliberate (and it's a tenuous claim to make) I'd blame a mischievious animator or artist, not the company as a whole.
As for the other critisims? This is where it becomes interesting. I took a little time and watched a few of the youtuber's other videos and some of the points made are definitely more valid than the silly 'sex' thing: how about Disney's reinforcement of racial and gender stereotypes? How about the messages perpetuated about normality and physical appearance and sexuality? I think these are valid things to talk about - but always, always with a pinch of salt!
It's a dangerous thing to blame Disney for only portraying very beautiful people in their animated movies. We need to remember that the very nature of Disney animation means all characters are heavily stylised - and we should not be forgetting Disney heroes like Quasimodo and the Beast himself (who, it has been pointed out, is not even usually found attractive in his human form). Looking at the rest of Western media, particularly American media, it's very, very rare to find a television show or film in which even the supposedly unattractive characters are not visually pleasing. This is because film is a visual medium and people want to spend their time looking at visually pleasing images... not a crime, but it becomes hypocritical and silly very easily. To blame a single company for the perpetuation of this is foolish.
Would I (supposing I ever had any) allow my children to watch Beauty and the Beast? Yes. I think I would. Not at too young an age - I think perhaps early primary school is a good time to let children start watching Disney movies (my kids won't watch any films until they're able to hold a conversation about what they saw - I don't want to use the television as a tool of distraction rather than a medium for education and entertainment). And (as far as I can and if my husband agrees) I won't let them watch a film based on a written story until they've read the story. So no movies until the age of four or five. Wow. I wonder if I'll be able to do that?
Does that mean my kids won't be watching Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame until they're about fifteen and have bothered to wade through the depths of Victor Hugo's immense, tragic, somewhat batty novel? YES. YOU BET YOUR BOOTS THEY WON'T.
Thursday, 17 November 2011
I Am Very Very Distressed In My Mind
Hey.
I know that of late I have not been a happy little blogger and that this has probably been displeasing to some or all of my dear readers (it displeases me also, if that's any consolation), but forgive me yet another rant of unhappiness.
If you have, by chance, encountered my mother in the last week: face to face or facebook to facebook (or whatever) you may have noticed that her topic of conversation has pretty much circled around one topic. This topic.
When something makes me angry I usually avoid talking about it or reading about it or listening to anything about it until I go mad, mad, mad in my strong emotional state... and write a blog about it. Which isn't terribly productive, I realise, in the end; considering that I have an audience of about three people who probably know or can guess what it is I have to say about said topic anyway. But it makes me feel better.
In this case, I would really love it if writing this blog made some sort of difference, though I realise the chances of that are very slim.
Ismail is a young twenty-six year old man who fled Afghanistan when he was about fourteen years old. We all should know that Afghanistan (for a very long time) hasn't been the most peaceful of countries for a boy to grow up in and live out his dreams; add to this the fact that Ismail is an ethnic Hazara - a group systematically persecuted in Afghanistan for hundreds of years, and you might be able to piece together his reason for leaving. He fled to Europe and eventually ended up in Ireland, where he was able to complete a High School Certificate equivalent - but not allowed to seek higher education or employment. So, unable to make a life in Ireland, he obtained a false passport, got on a plane to Australia and handed himself over to the authorities in the belief that he would be treated with humanity in a country that prides itself on 'a fair go for all'.
He has been incarcerated in detention ever since. On Saturday he is going to be 'forcibly returned' to Afghanistan - the first person to be involuntarily deported after seeking asylum in Australia.
We, in Australia, are fed a lot of... bovine poo about refugees. The government parties use the 'boat people problem' as a scare tactic to try and win votes at election time - the media loves to tell us just how much the refugees cost our country in space and money and culture; everywhere our national predilection for racism and paranoia is fed like some sort of sacred flame.
Think of the films you like to watch. Any spy films, dystopian themed films, Holocaust themed films in that bunch? When you watch characters in these films steal away from dangerous enemy territory, clutching a false passport and sneaking their children through ditches, do you feel that they are selfish human beings? Do you feel that they are wrong for disobeying the law? Do you feel that they are cowardly or otherwise immoral?
Refugees aren't just people who didn't make good in their homeland and want to sponge off another country's government - refugee are, well, a good place to start would be refugees are people. Refugees are fleeing from places where bombs fall on their houses. Refugees are fleeing from places where their daughters can't walk to school without being raped, fleeing from places where they cannot make fundamental life choices about what they believe, where (or if) they will live or how they will make a life. Refugees are fleeing from places where they have no hope for a future. They leave places where trouble has come upon them unsought.
Can you imagine what it must be like to BE a 'boat person'? Floating for days and days on the ocean, packed in with other miserable, frightened people with minimal resources of any description on a boat that will probably be two leaks away from sinking to the bottom of the ocean? Besides the almost always nonexistent hygeine facilities and the awful food and the lack of defense against the ravages of weather, there are also pirates. Not jolly, yo ho ho pirates with parrots and peg legs: real modern pirates who steal any kind of material possession you might have managed to bring with you. Pirates who rape and kidnap wives and sisters before the very eyes of their families. I'm not trying to shock or scandalise you for effect - these attacks are real, documented. This stuff happens.
And then, when you reach Australia, a civilised first world country, where poverty means hand-me-downs and Centrelink payments for Australian citizens, we imprison you in a detention centre, give you hope and snatch it away; make you wait YEARS and YEARS without any kind of certainty about your future and without anything vaguely resembling the freedom, liberty and justice that a country like Australia has to offer. People in detention centres suffer from the worst kinds of mental illness and are never offered any treatment.
Not only is Ismail being sent back to a part of Afghanistan where he has never even been before (and he has not been in the country since he was a child) and where he knows no one - the authorities have handed him a bill for the expense of his unwanted journey - over $30,000. This, for a man who has been locked up for two years like a criminal - who came to Australia because he wished to seek education and employment!
Bear in mind, this is a person my mother and brother know (from visits to Villawood detention centre over the last few months). He is not a random money-grabbing opportunist or a scary alien from another planet. I am told that he is a patient, gentle man who is genuinely scared of dying. He has seen three suicides and a riot happen at the detention centre. When he confessed feelings of depression and anxiety he was put in isolation in a video monitored blood stained room.
Ismail left Afghanistan because he feared death. Australians are sending him right back to Afghanistan - and his case will create a precedent for other Hazara people to be sent back into the arms of death. Pray for Australia. Pray for Afghanistan.
Pray for Ismail.
I know that of late I have not been a happy little blogger and that this has probably been displeasing to some or all of my dear readers (it displeases me also, if that's any consolation), but forgive me yet another rant of unhappiness.
If you have, by chance, encountered my mother in the last week: face to face or facebook to facebook (or whatever) you may have noticed that her topic of conversation has pretty much circled around one topic. This topic.
When something makes me angry I usually avoid talking about it or reading about it or listening to anything about it until I go mad, mad, mad in my strong emotional state... and write a blog about it. Which isn't terribly productive, I realise, in the end; considering that I have an audience of about three people who probably know or can guess what it is I have to say about said topic anyway. But it makes me feel better.
In this case, I would really love it if writing this blog made some sort of difference, though I realise the chances of that are very slim.
Ismail is a young twenty-six year old man who fled Afghanistan when he was about fourteen years old. We all should know that Afghanistan (for a very long time) hasn't been the most peaceful of countries for a boy to grow up in and live out his dreams; add to this the fact that Ismail is an ethnic Hazara - a group systematically persecuted in Afghanistan for hundreds of years, and you might be able to piece together his reason for leaving. He fled to Europe and eventually ended up in Ireland, where he was able to complete a High School Certificate equivalent - but not allowed to seek higher education or employment. So, unable to make a life in Ireland, he obtained a false passport, got on a plane to Australia and handed himself over to the authorities in the belief that he would be treated with humanity in a country that prides itself on 'a fair go for all'.
He has been incarcerated in detention ever since. On Saturday he is going to be 'forcibly returned' to Afghanistan - the first person to be involuntarily deported after seeking asylum in Australia.
We, in Australia, are fed a lot of... bovine poo about refugees. The government parties use the 'boat people problem' as a scare tactic to try and win votes at election time - the media loves to tell us just how much the refugees cost our country in space and money and culture; everywhere our national predilection for racism and paranoia is fed like some sort of sacred flame.
Think of the films you like to watch. Any spy films, dystopian themed films, Holocaust themed films in that bunch? When you watch characters in these films steal away from dangerous enemy territory, clutching a false passport and sneaking their children through ditches, do you feel that they are selfish human beings? Do you feel that they are wrong for disobeying the law? Do you feel that they are cowardly or otherwise immoral?
Refugees aren't just people who didn't make good in their homeland and want to sponge off another country's government - refugee are, well, a good place to start would be refugees are people. Refugees are fleeing from places where bombs fall on their houses. Refugees are fleeing from places where their daughters can't walk to school without being raped, fleeing from places where they cannot make fundamental life choices about what they believe, where (or if) they will live or how they will make a life. Refugees are fleeing from places where they have no hope for a future. They leave places where trouble has come upon them unsought.
Can you imagine what it must be like to BE a 'boat person'? Floating for days and days on the ocean, packed in with other miserable, frightened people with minimal resources of any description on a boat that will probably be two leaks away from sinking to the bottom of the ocean? Besides the almost always nonexistent hygeine facilities and the awful food and the lack of defense against the ravages of weather, there are also pirates. Not jolly, yo ho ho pirates with parrots and peg legs: real modern pirates who steal any kind of material possession you might have managed to bring with you. Pirates who rape and kidnap wives and sisters before the very eyes of their families. I'm not trying to shock or scandalise you for effect - these attacks are real, documented. This stuff happens.
And then, when you reach Australia, a civilised first world country, where poverty means hand-me-downs and Centrelink payments for Australian citizens, we imprison you in a detention centre, give you hope and snatch it away; make you wait YEARS and YEARS without any kind of certainty about your future and without anything vaguely resembling the freedom, liberty and justice that a country like Australia has to offer. People in detention centres suffer from the worst kinds of mental illness and are never offered any treatment.
Not only is Ismail being sent back to a part of Afghanistan where he has never even been before (and he has not been in the country since he was a child) and where he knows no one - the authorities have handed him a bill for the expense of his unwanted journey - over $30,000. This, for a man who has been locked up for two years like a criminal - who came to Australia because he wished to seek education and employment!
Bear in mind, this is a person my mother and brother know (from visits to Villawood detention centre over the last few months). He is not a random money-grabbing opportunist or a scary alien from another planet. I am told that he is a patient, gentle man who is genuinely scared of dying. He has seen three suicides and a riot happen at the detention centre. When he confessed feelings of depression and anxiety he was put in isolation in a video monitored blood stained room.
Ismail left Afghanistan because he feared death. Australians are sending him right back to Afghanistan - and his case will create a precedent for other Hazara people to be sent back into the arms of death. Pray for Australia. Pray for Afghanistan.
Pray for Ismail.
Saturday, 3 September 2011
Why I Don't Like Lady Gaga
Hi, I'm experiencing a lack of desperately important duties at present, so I shall now bestow upon you yet another opinionated rant. Because, of course, there aren't enough of those on the internet already. ;-) And of all the rants I have inside of me, the one you'll be getting today goes thus:
A Fun List of Reasons Why I Do Not Like Lady Gaga
I don't mean to say that I don't like Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, because I don't actually know her, as a person, and probably never shall. Buuuut for the spectacle entitled 'Lady Gaga' I have a deep and abiding dislike.
Reason 1: She is neither a 'Lady' nor is she 'Gaga'
When I say 'Lady', I mean it as a distinction from mere 'person of the female sex'. I believe that the term 'lady' (apart from its traditional use as a handle for female members of the peerage) should be a term of respect earned by those who bear it: i.e., 'Mother Teresa was such a great lady'. I may be just underinformed, but of all the behaviours Lady Gaga is famous for I can't think of a single one that could possibly be described as 'ladylike' by anyone's standards.
When I say that Lady Gaga isn't 'gaga', what do I mean? According to the Oxford Dictionary of English, gaga means 'slightly mad, typically as a result of old age, infatuation, or excessive enthusiasm'. To a completely unworldly spectator, Gaga's actions, dress, whatever, might seem to be correctly described as more than 'slightly' mad, but to anyone who has ever heard of a PR stunt (or anyone who has thought about it for a moment) it becomes completely obvious that her madness is the result of a sanity so calculating and cold that it freezes the mind. And it isn't even original. David Bowie, Kiss, Madonna and hundreds of other musicians have all used elements of the bizarre and shocking to get public attention and sell music. She isn't mad, not really. It's an attention seeking ploy. Which brings us to
Reason 2: Her 'Art'
Another weird thing about Lady Gaga; she actually has talent. I won't say she's just a hyped up starlet (that too, though) because she is in possession of an actual talent. The woman can sing. She can write songs. Successful songs, too. She has more style than, say, Kei$ha (who blatantly rips her off at every turn), though I can't admire her aesthetic. What I find so depressing about Gaga's talent though, is her hideous abuse of it. Art is power. With great power comes... you guessed it, I'm going to quote Spiderman like a boss... great responsibility. I won't argue that she shouldn't make dance music - some of it is darn catchy and I can respect the enjoyability quotient of dance music, even if I don't like it. What frustrates me about Gaga is how she takes her own ability to create a successful product and uses it to create successful things that are ugly and expressive of ugliness: "...when art is not in the service of heaven, it is almost always in the service of hell." Her creations are always skillful - but does she ever create anything expressive of untainted beauty? No.
Reason 3: Pandering to a sexualised culture
Lady Gaga has many, many fans Without them she could have no success as a performer. And many of these many fans happen to be young girls. Her 'little monsters'. As a famous, successful woman who has the ear of so very many young girls, does Gaga use this (yet another great power in her possession) to give them anything useful? Is she an acceptable role model for these young women? I'll let you answer that one for yourself.
But, continuing with the ranty rant, let's discuss another factor in her massive sellout. We've already talked about her use of cheap shocks, (exhibit A: dress made of meat) and her abuse of talent (exhibit B: every video in which we are given that which is grotesque and stomach turning, rather than that which is exquisite and wonderful), now let us touch upon her bizarre and ghastly use of sex in this, her art. Personally, and I know this is a whole other rant that I can give you some other time, I believe that sex is a brilliant, wonderful gift. For two people to completely give themselves to each other and unite to make each other happy and express their love - that's great! But sex is a complex creature. For instance, it creates babies. And when used in the correct capacity it creates a mighty bond between a man and a woman that should not be broken. My stance is a teensy bit predictable. Only between married people who are permanently committed to one another and the children they might create. I also believe that sex is an intimate and private thing. Of course, the culture in which I dwell prefers to differ. Sex is cheap now, like the life of an unborn child. Sex, not the beautiful expression of love, but the quick, forgettable solution for a selfish lust, is everywhere. Plastered all over everything. And used to sell everything. Including music. I have seldom been as disgusted by the use of this cheapened sad sex as I have in Lady Gaga's music and videos. Uuuuugh.
Too depressed to go on. Besides, you can probably finish this yourself, based on what I've already said. I do hate to be predictable, but there it is.
Music and art, unlike truth and faith, are things that are subjective and ephemeral, so don't feel bad if, for whatever reason, you like Lady Gaga. I actually don't dislike her music very much, apart from its meaning - I've done an embarrassing head bop to Just Dance more than once, just like everybody else... but, like truth and faith, music and art are great things to discuss. Yay!
A Fun List of Reasons Why I Do Not Like Lady Gaga
I don't mean to say that I don't like Stefani Joanne Angelina Germanotta, because I don't actually know her, as a person, and probably never shall. Buuuut for the spectacle entitled 'Lady Gaga' I have a deep and abiding dislike.
Reason 1: She is neither a 'Lady' nor is she 'Gaga'
When I say 'Lady', I mean it as a distinction from mere 'person of the female sex'. I believe that the term 'lady' (apart from its traditional use as a handle for female members of the peerage) should be a term of respect earned by those who bear it: i.e., 'Mother Teresa was such a great lady'. I may be just underinformed, but of all the behaviours Lady Gaga is famous for I can't think of a single one that could possibly be described as 'ladylike' by anyone's standards.
When I say that Lady Gaga isn't 'gaga', what do I mean? According to the Oxford Dictionary of English, gaga means 'slightly mad, typically as a result of old age, infatuation, or excessive enthusiasm'. To a completely unworldly spectator, Gaga's actions, dress, whatever, might seem to be correctly described as more than 'slightly' mad, but to anyone who has ever heard of a PR stunt (or anyone who has thought about it for a moment) it becomes completely obvious that her madness is the result of a sanity so calculating and cold that it freezes the mind. And it isn't even original. David Bowie, Kiss, Madonna and hundreds of other musicians have all used elements of the bizarre and shocking to get public attention and sell music. She isn't mad, not really. It's an attention seeking ploy. Which brings us to
Reason 2: Her 'Art'
Another weird thing about Lady Gaga; she actually has talent. I won't say she's just a hyped up starlet (that too, though) because she is in possession of an actual talent. The woman can sing. She can write songs. Successful songs, too. She has more style than, say, Kei$ha (who blatantly rips her off at every turn), though I can't admire her aesthetic. What I find so depressing about Gaga's talent though, is her hideous abuse of it. Art is power. With great power comes... you guessed it, I'm going to quote Spiderman like a boss... great responsibility. I won't argue that she shouldn't make dance music - some of it is darn catchy and I can respect the enjoyability quotient of dance music, even if I don't like it. What frustrates me about Gaga is how she takes her own ability to create a successful product and uses it to create successful things that are ugly and expressive of ugliness: "...when art is not in the service of heaven, it is almost always in the service of hell." Her creations are always skillful - but does she ever create anything expressive of untainted beauty? No.
Reason 3: Pandering to a sexualised culture
Lady Gaga has many, many fans Without them she could have no success as a performer. And many of these many fans happen to be young girls. Her 'little monsters'. As a famous, successful woman who has the ear of so very many young girls, does Gaga use this (yet another great power in her possession) to give them anything useful? Is she an acceptable role model for these young women? I'll let you answer that one for yourself.
But, continuing with the ranty rant, let's discuss another factor in her massive sellout. We've already talked about her use of cheap shocks, (exhibit A: dress made of meat) and her abuse of talent (exhibit B: every video in which we are given that which is grotesque and stomach turning, rather than that which is exquisite and wonderful), now let us touch upon her bizarre and ghastly use of sex in this, her art. Personally, and I know this is a whole other rant that I can give you some other time, I believe that sex is a brilliant, wonderful gift. For two people to completely give themselves to each other and unite to make each other happy and express their love - that's great! But sex is a complex creature. For instance, it creates babies. And when used in the correct capacity it creates a mighty bond between a man and a woman that should not be broken. My stance is a teensy bit predictable. Only between married people who are permanently committed to one another and the children they might create. I also believe that sex is an intimate and private thing. Of course, the culture in which I dwell prefers to differ. Sex is cheap now, like the life of an unborn child. Sex, not the beautiful expression of love, but the quick, forgettable solution for a selfish lust, is everywhere. Plastered all over everything. And used to sell everything. Including music. I have seldom been as disgusted by the use of this cheapened sad sex as I have in Lady Gaga's music and videos. Uuuuugh.
Too depressed to go on. Besides, you can probably finish this yourself, based on what I've already said. I do hate to be predictable, but there it is.
Music and art, unlike truth and faith, are things that are subjective and ephemeral, so don't feel bad if, for whatever reason, you like Lady Gaga. I actually don't dislike her music very much, apart from its meaning - I've done an embarrassing head bop to Just Dance more than once, just like everybody else... but, like truth and faith, music and art are great things to discuss. Yay!
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
Then... And Now
Brrr. So cold! I feel oddly like a refugee, dodging from house to house this week. Walking the manic Jack Russell/Maltese cross that is Polly every day again. She breathes like Darth Vader, even when she isn't zooming along the footpath like a lunatic.
Listening to my MP3 this morning on the way to work and I had a funny thought. I recently bought a four CD album entitled 'Songs That Won The War'; comprised of epic hits like 'Run Rabbit Run', 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy' 'Pistol Packin' Mama' and 'Accentuate The Positive' (they actually sorta spell it phonetically in the title, but I couldn't be bothered), I saw this at the shop and couldn't resist. All these songs are songs from WW2, mostly by Americans or British performers, although there are a couple I think must be ours like 'Is 'E An Aussie, Lizzie?', 'Brown Slouch Hat' and 'When A Boy From Alabama Meets a Girl From Gundagai'.
Anyway, it struck me - these songs are all so upbeat! The people were in the middle of a world war: homelands threatened, loved ones suffering and dying, and they were singing songs about how annoying the sergeant major was and how their girlfriend had pretty eyes! Even the sad songs were upbeat - have you actually listened to the lyrics of 'You Are My Sunshine'? It's actually a sad song about somebody who doesn't trust his/her girlfriend/boyfriend! But, listening to the tune, you'd never know...
Now, listening to our pop songs, I'm filled with confusion. Here we are, in the West, with amazing resources, nothing particularly big happening to worry us, lots of money and very little chance of seeing all our young men march off to die at the same time - and what do we have? Emo rock. Heavy metal. R&B. Songs about pain, pain, pain! I don't understand.
It's like we need music to make us feel (or help us express) whatever emotions we don't have a lot of stimulus for in the real world. E.g., we don't really have a stimulus for deep morbid sadness - but many people feel a need to listen to Greenday and My Chemical Romance. The citizens of the war period didn't really have a lot of reasons for yelling 'Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun'! but they did feel a need to hear Bing Crosby.
I don't quite understand the world.
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