When I was a senior in high school, I watched Don't Tell Mom, the Babysitter's Dead, a movie i remembered loving when i was about 8.
I was forced to reconcile what I remembered as a great movie about kids with no supervision with ten years of knowledge, puberty and sexual consciousness. And I yelled at my mom for letting me watch it as a kid.
So, now, I'm revisiting the catalog of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.
I knew all the words to "I hate myself for loving you" before I started kindergarten.
Many years later, and with a lot more knowledge, I feel like I know WAAAAAYYY to much about her. Like the cover of "I wanna be your dog" being flanked by "Black Leather" and "Love is Pain."
It was a welcome transition back to Costello's "Allison," which i was at least old enough to get the undertones of when i first heard it.
Damn getting smarter and dirtier.
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