I don’t want to have to compromise my morals in order to make a living
i dont want my words to be taken out of context
i dont want to be infantilized because i refuse to be sexualized
i dont want to be molested at shows or on the street by people who perceive me as an object that exists for their personal satisfaction
i dont want to live in a world where im gonna have to start employing body guards because this kind of behavior is so commonplace and accepted and I’m pissed that when I express concern over my own safety it’s often ignored until people see firsthand what happens and then they apologize for not taking me seriously after the fact…
I’m tired of men who aren’t professional or even accomplished musicians continually offering to ‘help me out’ (without being asked), as if i did this by accident and i’m gonna flounder without them. or as if the fact that I’m a woman makes me incapable of using technology. I have never seen this kind of thing happen to any of my male peers
I’m tired of the weird insistence that i need a band or i need to work with outside producers (and I’m eternally grateful to the people who don’t do this)
im tired of being considered vapid for liking pop music or caring about fashion as if these things inherently lack substance or as if the things i enjoy somehow make me a lesser person
im tired of being congratulated for being thin because i can more easily fit into sample sizes from the runway
im tired of people i love betraying me so they can get credit or money
I’m sad that it’s uncool or offensive to talk about environmental or human rights issues
I’m tired of creeps on message boards discussing whether or not they’d “fuck” me
I’m tired of people harassing my dancers and treating them like they aren’t human beings
I’m sad that my desire to be treated as an equal and as a human being is interpreted as hatred of men, rather than a request to be included and respected (I have four brothers and many male best friends and a dad and i promise i do not hate men at all, nor do i believe that all men are sexist or that all men behave in the ways described above)
im tired of being referred to as ‘cute,’ as a ‘waif’ etc., even when the author, fan, friend, family member etc. is being positive
1 a homeless and helpless person, esp. a neglected or abandoned child: she is foster-mother to various waifs and strays .
• an abandoned pet animal.
1 attractive in a pretty or endearing way: a cute kitten.
• informal sexually attractive.
I’m tired of people assuming that just because something happens regularly it’s ok
i have so much love for everyone who has been cool and amazing. I have the best job in the world but I’m done with being passive about any kind of status quo that allows anyone to suffer or to be disrespected
Grimes world tour is officially over, the visions album cycle is officially over, and I’m now taking the time to overhaul everything and make it better
much love to every fan - stuff can be lame sometimes but its really cool to have this support <3
I have this outlook on life that compels me to ensure the happiness of others before my own.
the majority of the time it’s rewarding.
most of the time it’s draining.
and, a lot of the time it’s unreciprocated.
empathy has its consequences.
I am guided by the principles of compassion, mutual respect, generosity, and open-mindedness. It is my goal to utilize these principles so that I can affect positive change within all of the communities I am affiliated with. I aspire to inspire, and it is my desire to aid others in seeing themselves as valuable contributors to society that are capable of making a profound difference.
My earliest memories of style are all but consumed with knee high socks, plaid jumpers, peter pan collars, and wooly, red cardigans. For the greater portion of my life, I have been cloaked in the quintessential dress of the private school set. Attending parochial school from the time I could walk without the aid of helping hands meant that my wardrobe from ages two through eighteen was all but dominated by rows of navy tights, pleated skirts, khaki pants, cross ties with opalescent snap closures, and pressed uniform polos. I was indoctrinated into the world of the white button down by the time I could spell my name, and checking hem lines proved to be as routine as taking daily vitamin supplements. I lived in a microcosm in which an un-tucked shirt was likened to indecent exposure and wearing nail polish or non-religious jewelry were both punishable by detention. Although the classic Catholic school dress code felt restrictive in many ways, I see its influence in my daily dress. The uniform of my youth has transitioned my daily uniform into one characterized by its love of classic tailoring, riding boots, structured silhouettes, and refined finishes.
As the seasons change, the expression of my style is slightly altered, but at its core, it is still grounded in the same aesthetic qualities. Over the years I’ve swapped plaid skirts for skater skirts, loafers for leather boots, and tucked shirts for tunics. My style journey is one that has proven to build upon itself in the same manner that fashion chooses to reference its past on the runway. Sometimes regression has its perks.
Once a Catholic school girl, always a Catholic school girl.
Things are looking good these days. Within the last three weeks I’ve:
- started an internship at a local music venue
- got accepted to Northwestern to conduct research on the record industry this summer
- was hired as an intern by the company that produces Bonnaroo
- started prepping to go to Puerto Rico in 10 days
- & have been impacted by countless people and their positivity
Blessed is an understatement. Thankful is an even bigger one. I’m utterly humbled.
"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed."