Back in university we once had a lengthy conversation in one of my Women’s Studies classes about the term abject. It’s something extremely distasteful, but you’re so intrigued by it you are unable to look away. Think rubbernecking at a car accident our teacher suggested. We preferred to think of it is a generous dollop of mayo sealed in plastic wrap that you couldn’t stop poking.
Many years later, a video was shared with me that captures the term’s meaning better than I could ever dream.
Live stream commentary from my uncensored internal internet troll: I see he attended the David Byrne School of Dance. I really like this song but this vid kind of ruins it for me. I feel like I need to lead him into the spare room so he can just cry it out solo. Oh wait, I feel a need to punch him in the face. Would it be that bad to lead him into another room, punch him, and then leave him to cry? Anyone else think this guy is a bit of an asshole? WTH was that? That growl? That was petrifying! If he keeps pounding his chest like that his pectoral implants might start to leak. HE MADE THE SOUND AGAIN….And I’m about to hit replay.