CBGB. OMFUG.

CBGB. 

It's not really the genre of movie that I usually watch, but I decided to give it a try after all the promotion done by the Castle fans, and of course, the amazing line up of actors involved with the film didn't hurt. 

Before I delve into the movie, I'm gonna take a moment and just type this. OMFG Stana Fckin Katic. Braless, Edgy, Kick-ass Punk-Rock and right up there in your face. 

I shall try to keep my creepy fangirling to a minimal and refrain from spewing said thoughts here. 

So, the movie. 

I really like the grittiness of it all. Their mindset and how punk-rock came to existence. The unapologetic attitude and doing something because fuck the rest of the world, you want to do something and you'll damn well do it!

I did not expect to be able to relate to this movie at all. After all, it was set in New York in the 60s/70s? I'm a 90s kid who's never even been remotely close to the States, never mind NYC. 

Anyway, the one part that really struck me was the argument Lisa (played by Ashley Greene) was having with Hilly, her father (played by Alan Rickman). 

Hilly: "You gotta spend money to make money."

Lisa: "You gotta have money to spend money to make money. And since you spend all the money you make, you don’t have any money to spend, so you might wanna think about saving the money you make instead of spending the money you make."

Another part of the movie that got me riled up was towards the end, when one of the members of the Dead Boys got stabbed, and the rest of them went to Hilly, in the end he chucked a bunch of money to Genya and told them to deal with it because he's not their father. 

At which I promptly yelled at my screen, oh you finally noticed that, did you?! 

Yeah, I was totally feeling for Lisa. 

He may have been the godfather of punk, taken care of a whole bunch of people, and I'm sure the world is eternally grateful for his contribution to the music industry, but he was a helluva crappy father. Just sayin'.

Because when you wake at 5am and the first facebook post you see screws you over..

Friendship. More like fuckship.

Because that’s what happens to you, right? Your “friends” fuck you over all the time. And normally you’d know better; you’d protect yourself, but that’s the thing isn’t it. Betrayal and hurt comes when you least expect it. And they hurt the worst, because of how unprepared you feel in the aftermath.

So I guess the jokes on me, right? Because hey, congratufuckinglations, you pulled a quick one over the private school kid. You must be so proud of yourself, huh?

In my defense, I can take care of myself and guard my back against backstabbing bitches that you expect to find in private schools, I just wasn’t expecting this nest of snakes here. Because you look at how nice and naïve and noble and nondescript they are, and you think to yourself, oh how adorable. Guessed I missed out on nasty, nauseating, needy, negligent, neurotic, and nosy. Besides, you hardly expect this kind of betrayal from your best friends.

I salute you, for how low you can stoop. Actually, scratch that. You’re not stooping at all, are you? Because come to think of it, I’ve seen you do this, in fact, all your online acquaintance has seen you do this with your (ex) boyfriend. (On a side note, what the fuck is going on? Are you back on? Are you on a break? Actually, which guy is it right now? Kinda hard to keep track.) Real classy and mature of you. And to think that we’re all adults here.

Don’t start a war that you can’t win, missy.

I could stoop down to your level, and play your dirty little games, full of deceit and lies and poison, but I’m better than that.

But don’t think that you can trample all over me.

I’m sticking two fat middle fingers up your face.

One when I claim ownership to being the subject of your facebook status update. Because if you don’t have the balls to call me up on it, I’ll just fucking do you a favor and own up to it.

And one more, with this blog post. This is different from your passive-aggressive cowardice on facebook because one, I’m not putting this up for all our online acquaintances to see – if someone stumbles upon this post, they made the effort to come visit a blog which I update sporadically, at best, and two, it’s my blog and I can do whatever the hell I want with it.

So here’s a big old Fuck You.