312. Our Ballads-Polar Bear Club You see I was angry, I was crushed. I know these words just won’t be enough. I’ll come home at night and crawl in my bed, so cold, and rest will never come. When I scream it certainly isn’t for machismo, not intimidation or gender segregation. I just needed more from the words I sang but you can’t understand. So you’re saying that a female only listens to ballads and love songs? The girls that I know wouldn’t think so. But according to you, our songs should separate all the girls from the boys.
“They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.”—Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via shelivesquietly)