I am the Radical Housewife. I write about feminist parenting and politics on this blog, for a variety of other media outlets, and in a book I wrote that will enter the world in 2012. A sensible career strategy at this point would involve pounding out reams of copy on the “ethical response” to witnessing child abuse (!!!!!!), but seriously, the fallout from the Penn State scandal has me ready to quit humanity and live in my backyard oak tree with the pumpkin-fattened squirrels.
In what could have been my darkest hour, THIS arrived at my door:
Now what on earth does the Beach Boys’ Smile Sessions box set have to do with feminist parenting and politics? Nothing whatsoever! And though I want desperately to sell out like all the cool mommy bloggers, I wasn’t given a nickel by Capitol to hawk this thing. There is no obvious reason to write about it here, for to do so would not boost my platform in the slightest.
So why do it? Because listening to this baby, all 144 tracks of it, is pure joy. It’s unbelievable. It’s fan-fucking-tastic. I’ve been moved to tears on more than a few occasions. To hear this music clearly, without the scratchy fuzz from forty-odd years’ worth of bootlegged copies, is an experience so profoundly wonderful that I couldn’t NOT write about it. You have to hear it. Buy the two-disc version if you’re not an obsessive nut like me (and like Brian Wilson, thank heavens), but for cryin’ out loud, be sure you BUY IT.
We all need joy in our lives, no matter who we are or what we do. That’s relevant, don’t you think?