Dear Gwennie (Can I call you Gwennie? It’s just so precious),
I admit that after Rock Steady, I had dismissed you. Its not that it wasn’t some catchy tuneage but it lacked all the rocking magnetic energy of the previous No Doubt albums. The thrill was gone for me. Then your solo work was released and that wasn’t my favorite either. After a while I grew to adore the popalicious kitsch of your solo work. I tell myself, “Take a chance, you stupid ho” on a near-daily basis. But at heart, I’m a punk rocker and to really satisfy me, I need some rock. And now the return of No Doubt - the original spirit of No Doubt - with Push and Shove has made me fall in love with you all over again.
Like many other children of the 90s, you were my goddess in your cool blue hair and your bindis. You managed to take trends and make them unabashedly your own. You wore things that weren’t “in style” and made them so. There has never been a time — even when you channeled Jean Harlow — that you lost yourself. You made the outsiders feel normal when you rocked your braces and pink hair at age 30 and gave nerdy girls everywhere the confidence to rock what they’ve got. You’ve experimented with fashion and music but always retained your core values: ska and red lipstick. And by God, all women would be better off with that combination.
"You managed to take trends and make them unabashedly your own."
Can we reflect on this sentence for a second? Terrible writing aside, I think we need to stop deifying Gwen Stefani and her problematic usage of ethnic signifiers in her music and clothing line. (See also: Harajuku Girls, Rastafarian imagery in LAMB products.)
Open Letter to Vagina Zine:
Hugz & Condomz,
Himanshu Suri, Life of Heems
This is important.
You voted, right? Now move on to step two: Address your re-elected president and the flaws in your domestic and foreign policies and bring real, actual progressive change. If you genuinely care, that is.