@kittysaros As the obviously long-suffering "her in doors" to the Andy Capp that is apparently Chester Whelks, I'd like to stick my kitchen ladle into this character assassination of him.

There's no wolves dressed as Naomi here. Chet stands up for women getting the fuck on with their lives, instead of repressing themselves aesthetically (and in turn, emotionally, fiscally and occupationally) for the sake of pleasing anyone other than themselves.

The trout-pout has wafted the fiery flames within his soul. I'm sure we're all agreed that LDR was an innately attractive woman before she decided to sell-out her own FACE to the music industry and, well, The Beauty Myth.

Her music should be taken purely on artistic merit, and if you like what LDR is saying with her lyricism, then great. She didn't just stumble upon music, we all know she was a performer under her original name of Lizzy Grant for many years before the "make-over" that has spawned Lana Del Rey.

Why was it necessary to transform her original form into something that is obviously fake? When I question authenticity, I ask myself if the product I'm receiving is without pretension. Is the artist really trying to convey something honest to me? Maybe I'm just a big dirty hippy, but I'd like my lilies pure and sans the gilding.

Take someone like Kimya Dawson: she doesn't give a flying fuck about her appearance in relation to what is expected of her.
She's human, as am I (and believe it or not, Chester) so I'm taking a guess that she's had the odd moment of self-doubt, but her outlook is that as a woman, it's what you achieve in life that matters, not what you look like.

When yr dead your corpse ain't gonna get any prettier.

LDR's lips, her make-over, her name change for fuck's sake, all smack (no pun intended) of industry and media pressure to me. It's just a shame she couldn't have stayed Lizzy Grant and sang about being a sex-puppet spare-wheel to her boyfriend's past-times.

As a side note, I don't know any men who like the 'Video Games' track, which is interesting. I do know a lot of women whom really enjoy it, and do you know what they say to me to convince me to enjoy it, too?

"It's such a lovely and romantic song, though!"

I get it. The first time I heard the track I thought "Geeze, what a schmuck. Fuck putting on his favourite sun dress. Fuck this dick sitting around scratching is testicles with one hand, beer in the other watching me get undressed. And he can get the fuck off the console and let me play my video games thank you very much."

Chester and I also enjoy me wearing make-up when the mood takes me, wearing clothes I feel beautiful and comfortable in, and as this seems to be important for some fucking reason, oral sex. What a fucking revelation.

I think some of you are not quite understanding his point.

Last thing, I can quite empathise that Zappa might not be to everyone's tastes, but slandering a man who caused such a stir at a time when everyone was too willing to sucker up to the status quo (much like now) is just infantile. This conversation has nothing to do with Zappa.

But, like I said, each to their own as far as Zappa is concerned, but to dismiss Bill Hicks makes you either completely thick or soulless. (or contrary for the sake of making an impact, you decide).

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