It's not just U, it's me 2
Apr. 23rd, 2008 05:15 pm"Opening the door to love is opening it also to thieves, murderers and salesmen."
- an Enchanted Pants original
Breakup songs are the best. There are various kinds of breakup songs: the angry breakup song (i.e. Song for the Dumped), the sad breakup song (She's Out of My Life), the empowering, I-will-survive breakup song (I Will Survive) and the I'm-breaking-up-with-you-via-this-song breakup song (Break Your Heart).
Breakup songs are powerful, not just because they scratch us in the most delicate and vulnerable of places, but because they illuminate emotions and experiences that are common to everybody; each song is three and a half minutes of group therapy. You don't even have to be broken up to appreciate it. (I suppose it helps. But after you've broken up, every song, including the Kay Jewelers ad jingle, sounds like a haunting eulogy of your relationship, so that's not always the best measure.)
Unfortunately, breakup songs are also just songs, with all the weaknesses songs can have, and sometimes wilt under the harsh light of day. For a few days, for no reason that I can recall, I had the song Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O'Connor stuck in my head. And at one point, I got to the part of the lyrics in which Sinead says,
I could put my arms around every boy I see
but they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor guess what he told me
guess what he told me
he said girl u better try to have fun
no matter what u do
but he's a fool
'cos nothing compares
nothing compares 2 U
And at this point I suppose I should feel her pain, the torturous anguish that is apparently serious enough to require medical attention, and sympathize with her. But all I can think about is: what the hell kind of medical advice is that? "Girl, you'd better try to have fun, no matter what you do."
Is this some kind of subtextual indictment of the Irish health care system?
My medical training is limited to occasional viewings of "ER" and "Grey's Anatomy," but I feel confident that the proper course of treatment would include some combination of therapy, exercise, proper nutrition and possibly pharmaceutical support. O'Connor and her doctor are vague as to what "trying to have fun" entails, but given the typical predilections of popular music artists, we can assume that it doesn't include Jenga.
And furthermore, under this pretense, I can tell you that "having fun" is rarely a cure for any ailment, much less depression, and in many cases can lead to further health complications involving severe brain damage or a milky white discharge.
The first thing O'Connor needs to do, no matter what else, is lose this quack and find a new doctor, preferably one she will not feel compelled to throw her arms around.
- an Enchanted Pants original
Breakup songs are the best. There are various kinds of breakup songs: the angry breakup song (i.e. Song for the Dumped), the sad breakup song (She's Out of My Life), the empowering, I-will-survive breakup song (I Will Survive) and the I'm-breaking-up-with-you-via-this-song breakup song (Break Your Heart).
Breakup songs are powerful, not just because they scratch us in the most delicate and vulnerable of places, but because they illuminate emotions and experiences that are common to everybody; each song is three and a half minutes of group therapy. You don't even have to be broken up to appreciate it. (I suppose it helps. But after you've broken up, every song, including the Kay Jewelers ad jingle, sounds like a haunting eulogy of your relationship, so that's not always the best measure.)
Unfortunately, breakup songs are also just songs, with all the weaknesses songs can have, and sometimes wilt under the harsh light of day. For a few days, for no reason that I can recall, I had the song Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O'Connor stuck in my head. And at one point, I got to the part of the lyrics in which Sinead says,
I could put my arms around every boy I see
but they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor guess what he told me
guess what he told me
he said girl u better try to have fun
no matter what u do
but he's a fool
'cos nothing compares
nothing compares 2 U
And at this point I suppose I should feel her pain, the torturous anguish that is apparently serious enough to require medical attention, and sympathize with her. But all I can think about is: what the hell kind of medical advice is that? "Girl, you'd better try to have fun, no matter what you do."
Is this some kind of subtextual indictment of the Irish health care system?
My medical training is limited to occasional viewings of "ER" and "Grey's Anatomy," but I feel confident that the proper course of treatment would include some combination of therapy, exercise, proper nutrition and possibly pharmaceutical support. O'Connor and her doctor are vague as to what "trying to have fun" entails, but given the typical predilections of popular music artists, we can assume that it doesn't include Jenga.
And furthermore, under this pretense, I can tell you that "having fun" is rarely a cure for any ailment, much less depression, and in many cases can lead to further health complications involving severe brain damage or a milky white discharge.
The first thing O'Connor needs to do, no matter what else, is lose this quack and find a new doctor, preferably one she will not feel compelled to throw her arms around.
Thanks a lot
Date: 2008-04-24 11:21 am (UTC)And it had taken me five days to get it out of my head after watching "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" last weekend.
Re: Thanks a lot
Date: 2008-04-24 02:37 pm (UTC)Re: Thanks a lot
Date: 2008-04-24 06:38 pm (UTC)Re: Thanks a lot
Date: 2008-04-24 07:55 pm (UTC)I would say "you've been married too long," but without your wife you might never know who anyone is.
Nothing compares to who?
Date: 2008-04-24 12:39 pm (UTC)Re: Nothing compares to who?
Date: 2008-04-24 02:36 pm (UTC)Re: Nothing compares to who?
Date: 2008-04-24 02:57 pm (UTC)