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I started listening to this and then I thought 'Who am I to keep this from the Good People of the Internet?' So here's your Friday '80s youtube vid.






IT'S ALL IMAGES OF LIGHTNING AND RAIN. Someone put that together. Because when that person hears songs, they take them literally. And bless them for it. 

Your bookish topic for today is: 19th c. Lady Authors if They Lived Today and Were Teenage Girls. What Would They Listen to on Spotify?

I have a very old journal entry that states quite clearly that Charlotte Bronte would get very into Whitney Houston, so even IF, on further reflection, that doesn't totally make sense to me, I have to stick with it.

George Eliot would be into intelligent, weird shit. And since my playlists are variations on Celine Dion, Britney Spears and Kelly Clarkson (...you think I kid, but I do not), I can't name any of that. She'd like The Decemberists, but they're a bit too mainstream, y'know? OH. And she'd totally listen to old collections of Songs of the Labor Movement.

Ugh Emily Bronte would like Regina Spektor when she was like 13, and then she'd get into darker, weirder stuff.

Charlotte would secretly lip sync to Whitney Houston songs in her room. "THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALLLLL IS HAPPENING TO MEEE"

Jane Austen. Hm. Are there any funny but socially critical rock bands? I feel like that'd be her jam.

Yeah. I did this.

And now my search history has "teenage girl on computer." It feels wrong.

(p.s. George Sand would listen to Edith Piaf while sipping cognac in the bath at age 15, because George Sand doesn't give a fuck)

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