HARVEY PEKAR LYRICS

"Begotten Of Ian Fleming"

View-Master disc of stoic WASP-y testosterone arms-racers with Goldilocks-approved confidence and effortlessly hypnotic sway over the opposite sex: the revolving images of my impressionable naivety. I agonized over jumping castle walls. I can hardly imagine the ruminations of our sisters. What sort of culture… what sort of sick culture implants these thoughts in its youth? Cinderella’s feet were so desirable the envious became masochists. Pain and self-loathing spawn from the perceived need to fit into a so-called “pretty” person’s shoes. I am not my Y-chromosome. These overalls are not one size fits all. The princess has rejected domesticity. Embrace one another as unique allies rather than cloned rivals.

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