What Goes Here

I was on TV yesterday morning in Seattle. I went on right after a “look 10 lbs slimmer” segment. For a moment it felt entirely ludicrous—I was flashing back to the ruckus Huggy Bear raised on The Word in 1993 when they were sandwiched next to a segment on porn models, and I mentioned that to my friends in the audience, hoping they might be inspired to start yelling.

But then I thought, It’s actually more subversive to talk on a show like this. Maybe Riot Grrrl’s going to blow the mind of some junior high schooler who’s home from school with the flu, lying on the couch wrapped in an afghan and sipping hot soup. If I just put this stuff out there, the juxtaposition will perform the critique for me—I don’t have to do anything extra on top of that. The interview ended up feeling really good.

Currently I’m on the floor of the Minneapolis airport, craning around a corner to keep the wi-fi signal, waiting for my flight to Iowa. Rock and roll!

New actual tour diary entry to come, soon.