The online adventures of Tiff Fehr (@tiffehr). "Improved means to an unimproved end."
The story is based around the music I liked when I was in the eighth grade. So, I suppose, it’s based on me in the eighth grade, as I think adolescence is defined more than any other time in our lives by the cultural artefacts we attach ourselves to. At that age we’re searching for and grasping at anything that might help us figure stuff out, and often we identify with things that articulate aspects of our personalities we aren’t even aware of yet.
In 1991, the music I identified with, more than anything else, was New Jack Swing.
…And the kicker:
“But it was all in the service of something larger: getting in touch with a culture and style that attracted ladies like beautiful flies to silk-shirted shit.”
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