Alanis Morissette: Hand in My Pocket

So I was listening to Alanis Morrisette on Lucy radio & she’s complaining about how uncertain she is about how she’s doing, then she says 

“Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is flicking a cigarette”

And I think, “How isolating!  How absurd!  Her health is going to go in the toilet, she’s going to be shunned by everyone, potential boyfriends, her family.”  I mean, no one in my family smokes– among my sisters and my self, only one person married a smoker, and the generation after that no smokers at all!

Tobacco doesn’t mean looking cool anymore.  Tobacco’s symbolism has shifted from a habit to a irrational act, irrational as rubbing glass shards into your eyes, licking red hot electric stove burners and gargling Clorox.  I mean, sure someone might look cool doing it, but why bother?

And worse yet, why would someone smoke when it has the social appeal of

“Is that everything’s gonna be quite alright
I’ve got one hand in my underwear
And the other one is flicking a booger”

Sadly, this blog entry is probably only going to attract readers from Alanis Morissette fandom, so I’ll point out that Regina Spektor, who is a singer who I do like, makes me do the same double take, like in “That Time

“Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments?
Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros?
Hey, remember that time when I would only smoke Camels?”

and I thought, “This isn’t here singing anymore, she’s singing on behalf of someone else, like if she was singing the love songs of 18th century whalers. Her voice doesn’t sound damaged enough for her to be a smoker”

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