10 Must-Try Coping Mechanisms That Won’t Help Phoebe Bridgers Fans

Posted on by Nick Lundquist

If there’s one thing that everyone can agree on, it’s that existence is a punishing ordeal that we all must endure until our inevitable deaths. But don’t let that keep you down! We’ve come up with a handy list of must-try coping mechanisms designed for anyone with a case of the blues…unless you’re a Phoebe Bridgers fan, obviously. None of this shit will work for anyone who owns “Punisher” on vinyl.

Stop Listening To Phoebe Bridgers

We highly advise against listening to any of Phoebe Bridgers’ discography if you’re suffering from the following issues: anxiety, depression, PTSD, allergies, stomach aches, or skelephobia as they will all be enhanced by her emo-folk indie-pop. We also suggest avoiding her collaborations with Conor Oberst and Julien Baker as they’ve been shown to cause severe indigestion. This should be a fairly easy one to follow, unless you are a Phoebe Bridger’s fan, then obviously you’re SOL.

Deep Breathing

We recommend taking a deep breath through your nose, holding it, and then slowly breathing out through your mouth. Let’s try it now! Mmh, ahh. Wasn’t that nice? And of course try not let this exercise remind you of Phoebe’s lyric “But you’re breathing in my open mouth, you’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out.”

Talking With Friends

 

Spending time with your closest friends can be just what the doctor ordered! The support of a loving companion who is willing to listen can rejuvenate even the most downtrodden among us. Honestly this one is foolproof, it would work for literally anyone! Anyone except the type of person who would spend hours telling their friends about the time they made .5 seconds of eye contact with Phoebe Briders at Lolla.

Adopt A Pet

 

When in doubt, take on more responsibility! That should sort everything out. Adopting a furry, scaly, and/or feathered friend could put the shambled state of your life into perspective, but remember that your pet isn’t a toy. If you start dressing your fur baby in a skeleton onesie and posting pictures until Phoebe Bridgers retweets you, that could actually make your pet’s mental health worse instead of making yours better. Really makes you think, huh?

Professional Help

 

Seeking help from an expert is nothing to be afraid of, and may provide key insight into your state of mind. If it’s good enough for Tony Soprano then it’s good enough for us! If there’s one thing we learned from that show it’s the efficacy of psychotherapy. Meeting with a professional is a fantastic idea as long as that “professional” isn’t a singer, songwriter, or music producer who looks like an insomniatic Targaryan.

Seriously, Just Take A Break From Phoebe Bridgers For A Bit

 

We get it, you’re enchanted by her poignant songwriting and haunting vocals. But we’re all getting worried by how much Phoebe Bridgers you’ve been listening to lately. Maybe take a break for a bit and listen to something more upbeat? How about some Lizzo? It’s bad bitch o’clock… Right?

Medication

 

Now, you may believe this one might actually work for Phoebe Bridgers fans. It’s just brain chemistry, right? It’s gotta do something! Wrong. You are wrong. Having worked closely with PBF’s in our research, we can say from first-hand experience that SSRI’s didn’t stop a single person from listening to “Moon Song ” on repeat until they passed out from crying-induced dehydration

Practice Yoga

Namaste! If you’re anything like us, then you’re not nearly as flexible as you could be. Practicing yoga would do wonders for your ability to stretch, relax, and meditate on your life. You could even try going to a yoga studio to downward dog in a group… but be careful. If “Scott Street” starts playing on the instructor’s downtempo playlist then you need to evacuate immediately.

Writing

 

Journaling is an excellent method of interpreting your thoughts and feelings in a logical way. Try writing down more ideas throughout the day to see the progress you’re making!  Just be careful with how deep into your psyche your writing goes, or you’ll end up creating song lyrics like “I’m gonna kill you, if you don’t beat me to it” about your emotionally distant father! And we all know who would be into something like that, don’t we?

Physical Activity 

 

Guess what, Bridgeheads? Gently swaying back and forth for five hours at a Better Oblivion Community Center concert doesn’t count as exercise. If anything that’s just alternative sleepwalking with extra head-bobbing. Go for a run instead!

Fine, Listen To Phoebe Bridgers

 

Whatever, go ahead. See if we care.

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Aging Fans Spend Most of Show Discussing Best Route Home

Posted on by Doug Kolic

LA MESA, Calif. – A group of 38-year-olds attending last night’s Social Narcolepsy gig reportedly spent the entire show discussing the best route home, confirmed nearby sources.

“Look, I’m trying to be in the moment and enjoy the show, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t also be thinking about the best way out of here as quickly as possible. We drove almost two hours to get here, I want to make it back at a decent hour,” stated Bryce Ferguson as he attempted to get a network connection for his Waze app. “There are like 70 people at this show, that could create a real bottleneck getting out of the parking lot and set us back upwards of 15 minutes, so we need to be efficient. There’s nothing ‘metal’ about only getting five hours of sleep. It’s still a work night.”

Bartender Janice Tewksbury explained how most conversations she had that night centered around the fans wondering how they could avoid construction traffic on the 405.

“When I wasn’t dishing out pitchers of water to those lame old dudes they kept asking if the roadwork is just on the shoulder of the highway or if they are shutting down lanes. It was the worst conversation I’ve had since an old guy asked me what my vagina looked like,” said Tewksbury. “They insisted I find them a physical map like it was 2005 so they could sketch out a route on a napkin. They didn’t even stay for the headliner, which is too bad since the band later announced it was their secret retirement show. Trust me, anyone who was here witnessed an epic once-in-a-lifetime performance.”

Expert at The Aging Fan Institute (AFI) Alana Mendoza, described how priorities evolve as you get older.

“When people are young, their unbridled enthusiasm for live music takes center stage,” Mendoza described. “But as they age, fans attend concerts for very different reasons. Just the act of getting your friend group to actually commit to buying tickets and attending a show is a victory. But once they get to the venue their focus shifts to hightailing it out of there as fast as they can. Because at this point in their lives they have less in common with the spirit of the music than they do with their shared desire to get back to the burbs and watch ‘House Hunters’ with their respective partners.”

At press time, the friends were almost halfway home and reminiscing about how awesome the show was.

Photo by James Knapp.

Merch Guy Asked to Start Work at 4 a.m. For Band’s Black Friday Deals

Posted on by Bobby Korec

SWEET HOME, Ore. — Local merch guy Adam Planville reluctantly went into work at 4 a.m. to prepare for the punk band Vegan Werewolf’s Black Friday sales event, sources who wanted to hit snooze a few more times confirmed.

“The show doesn’t start for another 15 hours and the venue’s not even open yet, but I have responsibilities as a merchandise professional,” said Planville while peeking outside to see if anyone had camped out for the deals. “I actually had to bust in one of the windows, carry in all the merchandise through broken glass, and set up in complete darkness because I couldn’t find the light switch. Breaking and entering is just sort of routine in this line of work. But hey, at least I’m getting compensated time and a half today, which means instead of the normal dozen beers they pay me, I’ll get an 18-pack. I guess there’s a silver lining in being taken advantage of.”

Members of the band stood firm in their decision to make Planville come in early.

“It’s Black Friday, fuck’s sake. We need to be prepared in case we get a rush of holiday shoppers who want to buy our demo as a stocking stuffer for their family members,” said guitarist Lenny Gravesight. “Last year we had as many as two fans burst through the door before sunrise, and we weren’t ready for that sort of volume whatsoever. This year we’re expecting way more. Maybe a whole six people. After all, this is quite possibly the biggest sales event we’ve ever run. Our fans can get 5% off their purchase of 10 or more products. Not even Best Buy is offering deals that juicy.”

Economist Tiffany Lambert revealed that no retail worker is safe on the historically polarizing shopping event.

“Employees are exploited 365 days a year, but Black Friday is typically the exploitiest,” said Lambert. “For one, retail workers are asked to come in while they’re basically still half-drunk and digesting Thanksgiving dinner. Mall Santas take quite a beating from children. And merch guys are forced to stand behind a table for over an hour while people peruse their products from a safe distance and avoid eye contact without actually buying anything. It’s inhumane, really.”

At press time, Planville wasn’t sure what the band meant when they asked him to come in early for their Cyber Monday deals.

Steve-O Trying to Figure out How to Get Black Friday Mob to Trample His Balls

Posted on by Vince Ratti

LOS ANGELES — “Jackass” star Stephen “Steve-O” Glover was spotted early Black Friday morning pensively inspecting the entrance of a Best Buy while writing on a notepad and occasionally looking down at his crotch in apparent preparation for a testicle-related stunt, cringing witnesses confirmed.

“I can’t help it dude, everytime I think I’m done, I get an awesome new idea for destroying my penis, shooting something into or out of my butt, or a way to get covered in shit that’s never been done before,” the “Wildboyz” co-host explained while looking at the long line of shoppers. “It’s tricky though, people don’t realize you have to carefully plan these stunts out and sometimes it takes some trial and error before you find the perfect way to get a crazed army of shoppers to just annihilate your balls. It’s an art.”

Black Friday deal-seeker Nick Smith was at the front of the line when the store opened.

“We saw this guy wearing nothing but reindeer ears, a red nose, and a diaper with the American flag on it loitering around all morning. Then just as they started opening the doors he shouted ‘I’m Steve-O and this is the Black Friday Sack Stampede’ and hurled himself, spread-eagle, onto the ground,” recalled Smith, wiping blood from his own shopping wounds. “I felt bad stomping his cherries, but even the possibility of involuntary manslaughter wasn’t going to keep me away from a $25 air fryer. Besides, I’m pretty sure I heard him grunt ‘hell yeah’ as we trampled him, so I think I’m in the clear.”

Medics managed to extract Steve-O from the dangerous situation.

“He’s lucky we were already here because of the beheadings at last year’s sale. But as we were dragging him out from under the mob, he kept resisting and shouting ‘cut!’ even though there was no film crew or anything,” said EMT Brianna Reid between breaths from an oxygen mask. “He probably has some serious internal bleeding and should absolutely come with us to the hospital, but he refused. I’ve seen this too many times before and it’s tragic. And also, he really should have called the stunt ‘Black Friday Ball Busters.’”

At press time, Steve-O was overheard asking everyone if they could get back in line so he could try another take with a candy cane up his ass.

Who Rescued Who? I Adopted an Aggressive Dog To Avoid Talking to Neighbors

Posted on by Dan Bookbinder

When I moved to this neighborhood, it was dirty and industrial. Now? Condos and kava bars. The friendliness is out of control. I should be able to get ramen without dodging kids on scooters or chatting with the local mom squad. I needed a dog for protection from small talk.

I went to the kill shelter and it was fucking sad. Even the Rottweilers had the fight drained out of them. Then I saw Ronnie, a Pitbull mix. She had a big frame but only weighed 19 pounds. She was mangey, her teeth were worn down, and she was covered in snot. When they told me her owner went to jail, I knew she was perfect.

I changed her name to Venom and got her fixed. If I wanted to keep people away, I can’t have horny dogs sniffing around. I spent the next few weeks bulking her up, feeding her peanut butter out of my palm. When she got up to 80 pounds, she looked like a beast, and I knew she was ready to go to work.

The problem? She didn’t have a mean bone in her body. I wanted an attack dog but got a best friend. I invested in training. For $650 a month, I got this silly, lazy dog to act like a rabid monster on cue. Granted, she only knew German commands, but that works!

I got her a custom harness and spiked collar from a BSDM leather sculptor. It was worth it to have my cute baby looking like a sick-ass warhorse, ready to trample some Goldendoodles.

Scaring neighbors is a partnership and I learned to meet her halfway. A little slack on her leash allowed her to lunge at the baby strollers. I’d pretend to be apologetic and act like she’s out of control, saying, “Sorry, she’s not friendly” with the right amount of mock concern.

When a high school track team was running toward us, I gave her a quick “Gib laut!” and she barked her ass off, sending them sprinting in the other direction. If kids are too loud on the playground across the street, I have her run up slides and leap over swings, clearing them out real fast.

I set up a grooming regime, shaving random spots on her body and using dreadlock wax to make her fur matted. It’s hard work, but when trick-or-treaters avoid my house and there are pages of complaints on the Nextdoor app, I know it paid off.

Pit Bulls have been getting good PR lately, so people aren’t as afraid of her as I’d like. But if someone still wants to approach, all I have to do is tell them I got a deal from a backyard breeder and they keep their distance.

Opinion: I Prefer Sonic Youth’s Earlier Stuff, I Presume

Posted on by Bobby Korec

Sonic Youth is quite possibly one of the most influential bands of all time, at least I think so anyway. Thurston Moore and Kim Gordon have single-handedly inspired thousands of musicians, from what I understand. And although their later albums are listenable, I much prefer their earlier stuff, I assume.

Sure, I haven’t actually heard their early work, but I have heard of it. That’s what matters.

To be frank, I’m not sure I’ve ever listened to the new stuff either. One time I accidentally heard some of their middle-era material and really liked what I heard. But it turned out I was just listening to Nirvana’s b-sides and getting it confused with the Youth. Happens to everyone.

But from what I can tell from those lesser-known Nirvana tracks I heard, I definitely think I would prefer Sonic Youth’s early material. What’s the “Bleach” of Sonic Youth? That’s my favorite, I think.

Either way, I most certainly prefer Sonic Youth’s early t-shirts for which I have several. I have one I bought at a vintage boutique store for $80. It has holes which not only makes it look cool, but it’s also a sign that it’s old and part of their “early stuff” apparel.

And while I’ve never heard their album “Goo” I have seen a poster of it in my friend’s room and thought it was cool. Is that considered early stuff? I’m going to say it is and then go out on a limb to say I actually prefer it to their later posters.

If we want to call a spade a spade I have never in my life actually heard a Sonic Youth song. But if I did I’d just know their early stuff was better. Not, like, their first album. I’m talking their very first demo. I’m that big a dedicated fan of Sonic Youth, I presume.

Vegas Bookies Set 1:1 Odds of Uncle Bringing Up Benghazi at Thanksgiving Dinner

Posted on by John Danek

LAS VEGAS — Various sportsbooks set the odds of local Uncle Ron Whitmore mentioning the 2012 Benghazi incident during a heated political rant at 1:1 for Thanksgiving 2022, confirmed multiple problem gamblers.

“Uncle Ron’s 10 for 10 years running now, but people are really starting to forget about ol’ Benghazi—it isn’t the political flashpoint it once was,” observed veteran oddsmaker Lou Kirkland, who has previously set odds for Uncle Ron sharing Q Anon memes to the family group chat. “There are few certainties in gambling, but we know that Uncle Ron is going to bring up Joe Biden eating fetuses and Bernie Sanders being a Soviet plant. But Benghazi is the topic we all have our eye, and our money, on. It might not come up!”

Lara Oliver, Uncle Ron’s liberal college student niece, is a major X factor to consider in the unfolding of events at Thanksgiving dinner.

“I’m so sick of his conspiracy theory nonsense, and I’ve taken enough poli sci classes to shut him down if he even thinks about starting up,” stated a defiant Oliver, who volunteered to phonebank for John Fetterman’s Senate campaign. “Last year he referred to it as ‘the real 9/11’ which really set me off and inspired me to train year-round. If I ever hear the syllable ‘Ben’ you better believe I’m going to start screaming. But I did end up seeing some great odds on Uncle Ron getting mad enough to throw the turkey on the front lawn, I put $100 on that and I’m going to do my best to make it happen.”

Veteran sports pundits offered their veteran perspectives on the upcoming holiday dinner.

“Thanksgiving has been politically contentious for years now, so one of the major keys to success is to focus on the defense,” said Boomer Esiason, NFL analyst and frequent stater of the obvious. “More open-minded nieces and nephews may want to test the waters by poking Uncle Ron, but I don’t know that their offense is up to snuff. The X factor here is the special teams; can Aunt Mary bring out pumpkin pie fast enough to shut down a family-ruining fight? And let’s not forget that this is the first Thanksgiving since Grandma Whitmore died from Covid. That is definitely going to cause some problems down the stretch.”

Bookies are also scrambling to set odds of the likelihood that Uncle Ron will gift everyone in the Oliver family MyPillow-brand products.

How I Learned To Avoid Politics at Thanksgiving and Dive Right Into Physical Violence

Posted on by Dave McNamara

The holidays can be hard for even the closest families. Plus, with culture war tearing us apart, it can be difficult to sit down at the table and break bread with people on the other side of the aisle. That’s why I leave the bread basket alone and just start throwing haymakers as soon as the words “George Soros” leave uncle Kyle’s fucking mouth.

It’s important to make sure you’re not at the kid’s table when the shit goes down. It’ll be harder to explain your side when the cops come. Also, make sure the elderly folk are away from the frontline too. Grandpa hasn’t been in action like this since the Tet Offensive. And speaking of offensive, don’t let your sister’s shitty husband get away with wearing another “Don’t Tread on Me” shirt with a snake holding a pair of AR15s. Tread on this uppercut, motherfucker. One punch and all he’ll be able to eat this year are mashed potatoes.

If you decide to go for any weapons, make sure that the carving knife is not your first option. You don’t want to make any permanent mistakes. This is family, after all.

I recommend a pair of tongs or even lobbing a few wads of grandma’s sweet squash casserole at your target before you go in fists-a-flying. You might also consider the pepper mill your mom only puts out for holidays. That thing has some weight to it. Both physically and sentimentally.

Remember, it’s important to demand your worldview be acknowledged, even if it means busting a few heads at the dinner table. I did it and I don’t regret a thing, even with the 6 months of physical therapy I needed after last year’s Thanksgiving. Turns out cousin Jimmy still remembers a lot of his marine combat training.

Vegan at Thanksgiving Dinner Creates PowerPoint to Explain How They Get Their Protein

Posted on by Amanda Russel

MINNEAPOLIS — Longtime vegan Julia Trask presented a full 25-slide PowerPoint explaining how she gets her daily protein to attendees at her family Thanksgiving dinner this year, confirmed skeptical sources.

“Every fucking year I have to put up with all this fake concern about how I get my protein, and I know nobody actually gives a fuck,” explained a beleaguered Trask. “So this year everyone is going to sit through a 45-minute presentation with lots of sounds and animation about how nutrition works and how my eating habits are perfectly healthy. There are photos, flowcharts, and I’m going to really hammer this into their heads so nobody gives me any more shit from now on and I can just refer back to my presentation if anybody tries to.”

Trask’s mother, Lisa, says she is dubious about her daughter’s protein intake, but will reluctantly hear her daughter out.

“She’s been doing this dingdang nonsense for ten years now and I worry that she’s going to waste away into nothing if she doesn’t start eating real food,” said the elder Trask, who has been trying to get her daughter to just eat a little turkey at Thanksgiving for years now. “I don’t think she knows what she’s doing. Everybody knows meat is a hearty, healthy way to help build muscle. Meat, meat, and more meat, and then maybe some cheese and eggs. But I will admit, I’m a sucker for a solid, organized PowerPoint, so I guess I’ll watch Julia’s little presentation.”

Dr. Mortimer Grunch, an expert nutritionist, later watched the PowerPoint and shared his insight on its accuracy.

“Technically, she’s correct,” said Grunch begrudgingly, “But her mother is right, the easiest way to get enough protein is still gonna be meat. I mean, who wants to spend days soaking lentils and beans and then hours cooking them? Or sprouting your own tofu, or making your own tempeh? Or if we’re being honest, spending more than twenty minutes tops on a home-cooked meal that isn’t flavored by only meat? Plus, meat just tastes so much better than a bunch of bean sprouts.”

Grandpa Steve Trask, who was silent for the entirety of the presentation, surprised the entire family by standing up with tears in his eyes and declaring himself newly reborn as a proud vegan.

Why I’m Skipping Thanksgiving This Year To Be With My Olive Garden Family

Posted on by Vince Ratti

The holidays can be tough especially for people who can’t be with their loved ones because of some temporary circumstance. But then there are those of us whose family get-togethers are just way too much to deal with and push the limits of our bullshit tolerance.

Well I’ve made a mental health decision this year, and there’s one other place where, when I’m there, I’m family. Here’s a breakdown of why I’m passing on our annual family dinner to be with the people I love most, the staff of my local Olive Garden.

The drinking:
We all know what it’s like when your family starts getting sauced. Things get said, feelings get hurt, and fights break out. Last year I was cut off from the booze just because I passed out and threw up on the coat pile. My real family was pretty rude about it. Not like my waitress, Tiffany, who politely lets me know she can’t give me any more free wine samples (even if I’m still not sure which one will pair best with my bottomless minestrone) before winking and pouring me one more tiny Chianti. Salute, Tiffany.

The conversation:
Both will have small talk, but only one will be endless and painful. The people who share your blood will punish you with questions like “How’s your ex doing? We really liked them.” The toughest question I’m going to field at Olive Garden is “Wow, did you finish that whole basket of breadsticks all by yourself?” Yes, I did. Keep them coming, please.

The food:
My aunt must practice some dark magic to get her turkey to be as dry as the dust we’ll all one day become. There is no gravy in the world that can save it. Do I really want my dinner prepared by someone who stirs the food, lets the cat lick the spoon, then continues stirring? Or do I want the Tour of Mother-Fucking Italy? Honestly, there’s probably heinous shit going on in both kitchens but I’ll gladly take the one that’s at least worth the digestive fallout.

The crying:
When it’s time to cry, where would you rather be? Locked sobbing in the only bathroom in the entire house while your dickhead cousin pounds on the door? Or having your breakdown in a spacious handicapped stall as a concerned restaurant manager tries to calm you and tactfully assess if the police need to be called? It’s not even close.

Unlike my real family, my Olive Garden family doesn’t care that I’m not as successful as my brother and sister and when I return to my table I might even find they’ve left a few extra chocolate mints with my bill. Grazie.