Aftermath

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.

It feels grandiose to use the words of Martin Luther King on the subject of blogging, but I can’t think of anything more appropriate to describe my recent experience with hate mail.

Remember when I was suddenly bombarded with comments from angry lunatics? I think it went on for three days. I recall sitting at my computer late at night when I literally couldn’t keep up with the volume of nasty personal attacks. I typed as fast as I could but the unmoderated comments appeared every few seconds.   The tone became more and more psychotic. It was an epic feeding frenzy that I allowed to happen because I felt to strongly about free speech.

I’ve thought a lot about mob behavior. What is it about violence (in this case, verbal abuse) that is so contagious? Why do people observe abuse and then feel empowered to join in, rather than denounce it? I’ve read that if you’re being raped. you’re more likely to get help if only one other man is at the scene. If it’s a group of men, they are more likely to join in.

The hate mail stopped just as suddenly as it started. One determined troll keeps reminding me how awful I am, but everyone else has slunk back into the woodwork or where ever they came from. I guess it’s only fun for them to attack if they feel protected by a crowd.

It’s so discouraging to see human nature at its very worst. It’s also disappointing that only one blogger was willing to speak out about this abuse – Kate of Make Do Style was outraged and said so.   She is one in a million. No one else had the courage or empathy to take on the situation, or maybe no one else cared. But it could happen to anybody. If I saw it happen on another blog, you can bet that I’d condemn it here, as forcefully as I could.

Free expression is genuinely important to me! I’m not sure what crosses the line from free speech to hate speech but I know a gang rape when I see one. I’m going to stop moderating comments and I’m hoping we can all have fun being bitches, without degenerating into a massive clusterfuck.

xo

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Clueless Goth Style Challenge!

Wasn’t the Nomadic Baglady style-fest the funnest thing ever?! Now, who’s ready to try Clueless Goth?

Clueless Goth is a wonderful category that isn’t as easy as it sounds. Straight-up Goth is not what we’re going for. I’m talking about hipster, mallrat, moto-obsessed neo-crypto-Goth. Torn shit, leather, spikes, fierce rad skull-ridden Luxirare-worshiping badass edgy dark darketty gnarlitude.

Let’s see what you got! The   Shoegirl will kill this but Rosie is not to be underestimated, or Marie either.

Submissions to sisterwolf666@gmail.com

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Things I Don’t Care About


Mad Men
Lady Gaga
Twilight
Lanvin for H&M
Social Media
Harmony Korine
Rick Owens
Martin Margiela
Food Trucks
Shearling Jackets
Street Style
Balmain
Anna Wintour
Sports
70s Punk Bands
Etsy
Jane Birkin
Camel Coats
Phoebe Philo
Frassy
Kanye
The Situation

What don’t you care about?

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Nickel and Dimed: Turn Up Your Speakers

If you don’t have time to watch the whole excerpt from The American Ruling Class, then start at 8:03 to see Max jump out of a meat locker for a nice solo with The What band.

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Karl is Just Being Silly

Why would you buy those Chanel Yeti boots for a million dollars when you could buy these lookalikes above for just $25?

Or you can easily one-up everybody with these 6 inch platform furry boots for only $75!

When you’re tired of being Bang On Trend, you could wear these things for Pony Play. That is true fashion versatility.

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Chrissie Hynde, No!

I was up late watching TV with my husband when I learned that Chrissie Hynde has formed a new band.   To my horror, she was playing second fiddle, so to speak, to her new beloved, JP Jones, an annoying Welshman half her age.

In case anyone failed to notice the age difference, she warbles it in the song “Perfect Lover.” (I found my perfect lover, but he’s only half my age…) In fact, she and this guy have released an entire album of songs about their doomed relationship. Evidently, Jones wants to raise a family and at 58, Chrissie has hung up her childbearing spurs.

My husband brought home the new CD the other day, and our son asked about it. I explained, “It’s Chrissie Hynde and some douche in a hat.” My husband begged to differ, in a sharp tone. He had seen them perform that afternoon and Chrissie had autographed his CD.

Still, it’s awful. Not just awful, but so awful that I longed to jump out of the car when we had to listen to it on a ninety minute road trip. All the songs are “nakedly” autobiographical, with lyrics like “I’m old, you’re not” ” you surprised me in the bar when I decided to take you home.” It’s like reading the diary of someone you admire and finding a bunch of LOL’s and smiley face thingies.

Poor Chrissie. She is so besotted with this douche that she’s lost all judgment. These songs prove beyond a doubt that a little ambiguity is vital where pop songs are concerned, unless you’re a poet like Hank Williams Sr. It was so embarrassing to listen to this shit, I had to cover my face to endure it.

Patti Smith got herself a cute young guy and let him play in her band, in the background. Not only that, he was a babe. Chrissie, call Patti to find out how it’s done, before that douche empties your bank account!

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“Fashion Jews”

What the hell are “Fashion Jews?”   Amy Odell is losing it over at The Cut.

The Cut is a HUGE blog. How can this headline still be up after it appeared this morning?! What next, Fashion Blacks? Or is it just a Jew Thing… like Sports Jews, Business Jews, Art Jews? I guess when I go to Starbucks, I’m a Coffee Jew.

I’ll bet you anything, by tomorrow someone will be selling t-shirts that say “Fashion Jew.” I want one!

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What’s Missing?

If only these boots had ______________________.

(opening ceremony $630)

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Revolution is for Lovers

The wait is over: Lucas Revolution is live online.

Like I said over here, I couldn’t love him more. I’m passing along his message –

Dear Lovers,

Lucas here.   Launching my new website from the most beautifully squalid bar in the Twin Cities.   The link is www.revolutionisforlovers.com and it is so so so fresh.   I’m keeping a journal of my travels there so you can share in my wondrous adventures.   You can download little songs that I’m writing along the way, watch videos of the peoples who give me rides, see pictures of all the curious beings I meet along the way.   Also you can listen to ALL my records, Off the Grid, The WHAT!!!, Lux Perpetua!!   Shoot you can even sign up to play cello in the band or give me a foot massage!!!   SO checkacheckacheckitout!!   So So dope… Big major shoutout to Brother Charlie Wolf who is the genius behind the site and brought the dang thang to life.   If anybody needs anything done website wise, hit him up at: charlie@muspell.org .   They don’t call him “The Wolf” for nothing.

One last thing.   Please take a look at the shows page and let me know if you know anyone anywhere or let them know about the show.   Or if you know anyone along the way.   Still trying to fill some gaps so….   Appreciate all your love and support.   Stay free.


Luv Lux

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Stubborn Like Me

When Max and his friend Jonas were around 20 and living in New York, they made a bet on who could go longer with shaving only one side of his face.

As you see, they committed fully to their bet. In the end, they decided to call it a draw, since neither of them would ever give in.

I’d like to say that Max got his stubbornness from me, but his dad is still the most stubborn person I’ve ever known. Once, he sat for hours in his car, on a scorching summer afternoon, trying to prevent another driver from pulling into a parking place that he thought was rightfully his. Max and I went into a cafe to wait it out. I explained that Daddy was playing a game. I assured him, sadly, that Daddy would win.

In my own life, being stubborn has been a quality I considered an asset, or at least a strength. No one can fuck with me and get away with it. I will never back down. I will never compromise my “honor.”

Lately, more than one friend has urged me to let something go….and I find it’s an alien concept.

When do you decide to “let something go?” Are there some things you refuse to “let go,” even if it would make life easier?

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