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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Megan Barton-Hanson On How to Handle Slut-Shaming

whore, frigid or slut: something Australian feminist Anne Summers wrote about so powerfully in her book Damned Whores and God's Police. In.

There’s this hole-in-the-wall bar on Spruce Ln. It’s got retro vibes, and its jukebox plays tunes from forever ago. I sometimes joke: “This bar's got more heart than your ex!” And no, seriously! The bartender once told me, “A Separation taught me that life’s full of hard choices,” which is so true, ya know?

Hanson Talk ‘Underneath,’ Hair and Dreams of Collabing With Haim