Performative Allyship? Corporations Ditch Shark Week Branding the Second It Ends

It’s that time of year, folks. It’s the time when brands, corporations, and other institutions pledge their unwavering support to a marginalized community for a defined period, only to revert to ignoring their cause for the rest of the year. “We support you,” they say, only to return all their branding and logos to normal a short time later. We speak, of course, of Shark Week.

The Shark Week community is diverse and intersectional, residing on every continent and under the ocean. Self-described corporate “allies” are quick to ride the wave with splashy ad campaigns and ubiquitous gill-inclusive logos, only to predictably leave the community adrift once the week is over.

We must remember that, for many, Shark Week never ends. It’s easy to love and support sharks for seven days but corporate partners must do more to actively protect and advocate for them all year, rather than using the community like temporary mascots to raise brand awareness.

The first Shark Week, thirty-five years ago, was a pivotal step forward for the community. Now? It’s hard not to feel that the once revolutionary event has lost its teeth. Or worse, that it has been co-opted by market forces that are fundamentally at odds with the sort of policies that would actually protect sharks.

For instance, oil conglomerates spend the week shouting about preserving aquatic habitats and sustainable fishing until they’re blue in the face, but the self-congratulatory tone of their social media presences this week does little to actually help. In addition, policymakers score cheap political points by throwing a shark emoji at the end of their posts as electoral bait, despite spending the rest of their terms doing little to nothing about ocean acidification. If you ask me, it’s time we speak up and demand better than performative allyship from corporations. Our aquatic neighbors deserve better.

Depressed Man Inadvertently Gets Totally Ripped From Using Weighted Blanket

PHILADELPHIA – Local man Justin Clark, who suffers from clinical depression and anxiety, inadvertently became completely shredded following months of sleeping under a weighted blanket, sources confirm.

“It’s ok, I suppose, but it doesn’t really fix my problem,” Clark said. “Now I just have to buy new clothes, which means I have to leave the house, which is a nightmare given my mental health. Then again, being hotter does make my depression more credible in the eyes of jaded medical professionals. I guess they think, ‘well, if someone this jacked is reporting 24/7 ennui, it must be real’.”

The designer of the weighted blanket, Lucinda Frahm, offered her insight on the unintended perks of the product.

“The weighted blanket isn’t a revolutionary idea, really,” said Frahm. “We basically saw what works to keep dogs calm during thunderstorms and upsized it for humans. During clinical sleep studies, we realized it was effective for treating certain sleep and anxiety disorders. In the majority of cases, participants did get relief after using the blanket, though we had to keep increasing the weight because they got so utterly swole after so many sets of tossing, turning and sitting up to scream in their sleep.”

Dr. Steven Jackson, Clark’s physician, wasn’t surprised to hear of his patient’s now-prodigious brawn.

“When I first diagnosed Justin with clinical depression, I put him on a series of medications which weren’t terribly effective. Meditation, dietary changes…these things helped, but it wasn’t until I threw the weighted blanket at the problem that he started to feel better, though I did break his arm. I’ve been pleased to see his physical progress, and grateful for his help moving the furniture into my new office. His strength additionally will keep him from harming himself in certain ways, as it is difficult to cut through so much raw muscle.”

As of press time, Clark was using a sunlamp prescribed to aid in his seasonal affective disorder to tan his six pack.

Jimmy Eat World Issues Formal Apology for Telling Us Everything Everything Would Be Just Fine

MESA, Ariz. — Members of Jimmy Eat World posted a video on their official Instagram page formally apologizing for their 2001 hit single “The Middle,” where they erroneously told the world, “everything, everything will be just fine.”

“We really screwed the pooch here, and we feel terrible for misleading our fans for over two decades,” said lead singer Jim Adkins. “Christ, we white-knuckled it through the Bush years with this song, we temporarily scrapped it from our setlist during the back half of the Trump administration, but we really thought we’d turned the corner after the 2020 election. At this point, though, it’s clear that nothing is going to be ‘just fine,’ let alone ‘alright, alright.’ To our fans, we sincerely apologize for twenty-four years of upbeat and catchy false hope. Our next song is going to be a more realistic look at climate change, political inaction, and terrible gun violence. We know it won’t be as catchy, but it has to be done.”

Long-time fan Anais Wilson, who had the lyrics to the song inked on her arm when she turned 18, felt the band’s apology was long overdue.

“I’m glad they finally tried to make this right,” said Wilson. “‘The Middle’ may be a straight-up banger, and it certainly got me through my divorce. But between government-sponsored attacks on trans kids, this Supreme Court bullshit, and Trump returning to the White House, it was time for the band to admit they fucked up. I have zero regrets about scheduling an appointment to get the lyrics covered up with a skull that has a swirling black void for a mouth.”

Arizona State University climate scientist Dr. Davy Brennan agrees that while the band’s best-known song “still slaps,” its optimistic themes are no longer appropriate.

“With the state of our planet, we have much bigger worries than what their bitter hearts are going to say,” said Brennan, gesturing at a chart that showed rates of polar ice caps melting. “I mean, fuck, monarch butterflies are now endangered and we will be fighting wars for water within the next 15 years! Jimmy Eat World may have said it just ‘takes some time’ for things to improve, but I think we can all admit that it’s not happening.”

At press time, the band had just released a follow-up video announcing changes to the song’s lyrics, including that the little girl no longer has any rights and that everything will be horrible forever.

Local Gun Store Makes Record Profits With “Back to School” Sale

GARLAND, Texas — Garland Guns and Ammo reported they are on track for their most profitable month ever thanks to a highly popular “Back to School” sale, confirmed heavily armed sources covered in body armor.

“We love our guns here in Texas and it brings a tear to my eye to see people from our community, and hundreds of patriots from all across these United States driving up to support our little mom and pop operation,” said owner Dermot Walker. “We’re offering killer deals, like buy one assault rifle and get a handgun free. All of our tactical belts and vests are marked down 25%, but if you have a high school ID card we are taking 50% off and we will throw in a bucket of assorted bullets. Here is the best part, with each purchase you get six free classes on how to handle your new weapons from my buddy Jacob who was kicked out of the Marines last year.”

Local teenager Jimmy Borishan lined up early to make sure he didn’t miss out on any deals.

“I basically slept here overnight, exposed to the elements, because I could go off the grid if needed,” said Borishan while loading the three rifles, two handguns, smoke bombs, and a live hand grenade he just purchased into a duffle bag. “I’ve had it kind of rough in high school. Girls don’t talk to me, and the guys make fun of me, but for the first time in a long while, I’m actually looking forward to the first day of school. I can’t wait for everyone to see how much I’ve changed over summer break. I can’t wait to see the look on their fucking faces.”

Local law enforcement officers supported the sale, despite the pushback from some gun reform activists.

“I assure you that everyone working at Garland Guns and Ammo are doing enough in the eyes of Texas law to keep everyone safe. I’ve even personally done a few onsite background checks,” said Sherriff Joe Perreria. “I stopped a few of the customers that were sweatier than normal and straight up asked them ‘hey, are you a crazy person?’ and most of them said no. Then I asked if they loved God and their country and they mumbled some Bible verses and that was good enough for me.”

Other businesses in the area are also seeing an increase in sales thanks to the sudden influx of guns, including Sullivan’s Casket Depot which announced a 50% off sale if your loved one was killed in a mass shooting.

Season 1 of Stranger Things Is the Best Because I Stopped Watching After That

Every time a new season of Stranger Things comes out there’s going to be an influx of opinion pieces regarding its quality. While most pander to the latest social media hot takes, some of us aren’t afraid to speak the truth. No matter what the verdict is, someone online has got to have the guts to say the opposite of what everyone else is saying about it. That’s why I can confidently say that season 1 of Stranger Things is the best, mostly because I stopped watching after that.

The first season was so tight, narratively speaking. Just a group of kids, a group of teens, and two adults with some burgeoning sexual tension. We had a satisfying, clear-cut story about a mother going through literal Hell to save her son, a child escaping institutionalized trauma, and a father learning to let go, all tied up with a pretty neat bow in the final episode. Sure there was that little cliffhanger with Will in the bathroom, but hey, what would a Netflix show be without the tease of a sequel?

And by “sequel” I mean the other seasons, which I am entirely uninterested in watching. But that’s fine! I really felt like the story hit a natural stopping point after the first and only season that I have watched. None of this Russia stuff that I’ve seen third-hand by way of memes and clickbait. No extraneous characters who, as far as I can tell from the internet, exist for a few plot hinges and one-liners. Just our base crew of the kids, and Joyce and Hopper, whose relationship I’m sure will not be degraded into total cliche bullshit by the writers in the rest of the show.

Not that I’m going to find out, though.

I firmly believe that my analysis is the hard truth that no one wants to hear. Just like I don’t want to watch the rest of this series because I truly cannot be bothered to catch up at this point. Anyway, anyone wanna listen to Kate Bush with me?

Review: Mom Jeans “Best Buds”

Each week we are committed to bringing you reviews of essential albums that you need to add to your record collection. This time around we’re taking a look at Mom Jeans’ debut studio album “Best Buds.”

Mean Jeans, Pissed Jeans, Mom Jeans. Of all the jeans-based bands out there, Mom Jeans is simply one of the best. Not to mention this “Best Buds” record is excellent from start to finish. It’s got certifiable bops like “Death Cup” and “Edward 40hands.” And like most people, I discovered the band from “Now That’s What I Call Music!” Volume 58.

The year was 2016. I had been a huge fan of the “various artists” genre of music for quite some time, so naturally, I purchased this compilation CD from a nearly empty Sam Goody store. It just so happened to be marked down 80% off for some reason. Basically a steal. Anyway, immediately the track “Scott Pilgrim vs. My GPA” by Mom Jeans took me by surprise. Mostly because it was sandwiched between Kelly Clarkson and Selena Gomez songs.

Never in my life had I been so caught off guard by an album put together by Sony executives, except maybe that time the 2002 NTWICM! compact disc inexplicably included Slayer’s “Raining Blood” as track 16. Say what you want about this anthology, but they really like throwing curveballs.

And as someone who had the previous 57 volumes in his collection organized by a power ranking system that’s updated annually, I can tell you that Mom Jeans really stood out from the pack. Mainly because it was like a “one of these things is not like the other” type of situation.

Anyway, hard to believe but many people will actually argue that the Now! series hit its peak around volume 37, despite a promising showing from editions 24 through 29. But after discovering Mom Jeans on volume 58, you could easily argue that this one is the all-time best. Definitely top 15 at minimum.

But I think we can all agree that volume 49 was pure shit. I mean, the first few tracks were terrific, but it took an odd turn when the next 12 consecutive tracks were Louis CK standup bits before closing with a Bruno Mars song. Mom Jeans would never do that.

Score: 82 out of 82 volumes of “Now That’s What I Call Music!” compilations minus the 49th edition.

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Insecure Iggy Pop Wears Shirt In Pool

MIAMI — Legendary punk icon and notoriously topless frontman Iggy Pop turned heads the other day after wearing a shirt in the pool at a local party, confirmed witnesses who collectively did a double-take.

“A little known fact about me is that I actually hate taking off my shirt when I’m around people, especially when submerged in four-foot-deep water and all eyes are on me,” said Pop in a fully drenched t-shirt that he’s had for 30 years yet only worn four times. “Sure, my stage persona is that of a confident shirtless wonder who runs around during live performances haphazardly smearing peanut butter on his bare chest when the mood strikes, but when I’m on my own time I’m just plain old self-conscious James Newell Osterberg who’s got the same amount of insecurities at my nephew’s 10th birthday pool party as the next guy. Honestly, I would wear a shirt all the time if it were socially acceptable for me personally.”

Friends of Pop couldn’t believe their eyes as the “Godfather of Punk” floated gently atop a pool noodle fully clothed.

“That guy didn’t even wear a shirt to my wedding and he was the best man,” said Lucille Copperbach, longtime friend of The Stooges frontman. “Even more curious is that he showed up to the front door of this party completely bare-chested, but when it came time to hop in the pool he put on a shirt before belly-flopping stomach first into the water. I’ve known him for 40 years but it wasn’t until this day that I was aware he even owned apparel from the waist up.”

Music historian and amateur psychologist Amy Harrisburg didn’t seem surprised at the singer’s choice in pool attire.

“Even legendary musicians are insecure and self-conscious about seemingly insignificant things, just like regular people,” said Harrisburg. “For instance, Henry Rollins has a fear of public speaking so he pictures everyone in the audience in their underwear and in physically worse shape than himself. Glenn Danzig is uncharacteristically afraid of the dark and has a little night light by his bedside. And then there’s GG Allin who surprisingly couldn’t piss or shit in a public restroom when there were too many people around. Unbelievable, right?”

At press time, Pop was seen putting on a full body wetsuit before taking a dip in the public pool at the YMCA.

PepsiCo Announces New ‘Pepsi Boneless’

HARRISON, N.Y. — Executives at PepsiCo announced the launch of a new beverage called Pepsi Boneless which they hope will break through the discerning Gen Z consumer demographic, confirmed disturbed sources in attendance at a press conference held yesterday by the industry giant.

“Here at PepsiCo, we’re always trying to evolve along with our consumers,” said PepsiCo Vice President Glenn Anderson moments before product launch. “We’ve listened to thousands of focus groups, and they’re all saying the same thing. The message of the American public is loud and clear: no bones! Bones are inedible, they’re unnecessary, and they remind you of little skeletons. They are spooky and they belong in the graveyard. That’s why we’re delighted to bring you a thrilling new alternative in the soft drink market: Pepsi Boneless!”

Although PepsiCo claims to have spent millions on research and development, many have reacted to the news with confusion and unease.

“It’s fucking gross,” explained Zach Derwin, a 35-year-old electrician who describes himself as a frequent Pepsi drinker. “Boneless chicken wings are one thing, but this announcement is just freaking me out. Literally no one was asking for this. Not only will I never try Pepsi Boneless, but it has me thinking that I don’t want to drink any Pepsi products anymore. Did the FDA force them to do this or something? I mean, are they saying that regular Pepsi has bones in it? This might be just the sign I need to make the switch to Coca-Cola products. Always wanted to try their new limited edition Oven-Roasted Coke.”

Despite these vocal concerns from consumers, retail experts expect other companies to make similar announcements in the coming months.

“This is going to be like the Flamin’ Hot trend all over again,” noted retail analyst Alana Robinson. “You’re going to see all of the major snack and beverage companies jumping on the boneless bandwagon to try and cash in on this exciting new market craze. For example, I’ve already heard that this fall we’ll be seeing the release of Oscar Meyer Boneless Hot Dogs and Boneless Tropical Skittles. Dasani supposedly has something in the works, too.”

As of press time, PepsiCo announced an expansion to their breakfast offerings with Hairless Quaker Oats which is expected to pair well with their new beverage line called 2% Pepsi.

Opinion: We Need a Prog Metal Concept Album About the Dangers of Technology!

I’ve been a huge progressive metal fan since the 7th grade when my very confused great aunt bought me Dream Theater’s “Octavarium” instead of the Meet the Fockers DVD I asked for. It’s a wild concept album about the number 8 or stop signs or mixed martial arts, I’m not sure which. But when revisiting that album recently, I realized that someone needs to finally write a concept album about the ills inflicted upon society by rapidly advancing technology.

Why hasn’t anyone ever done this? So many great prog metal bands out there seem to avoid the topic. What are you doing, Queensrÿche? Meshuggah? Symphony X? You could write about genetic modifications or that time Google killed the Google Reader RSS program. But fine, leave a platinum record on the table if you wish.

There are so many angles one could use: AI, social media’s rotting of the mind, too many porn choices to fit into your average Friday evening. The damage done by technology is so obvious! So why are the shreddiest, most asexual metal bands terrified to address it? Maybe it’s because they are all so dependent on technology. Who is Devin Townsend without his eleven delay pedals? Who is John Petrucci without $6,000 guitar amps and a neckbeard? No one, I suppose.

Maybe I need to write this album on my own. I’ll call it… Mission: Thoughttheft. It’s about, like, government surveillance, Instagram giving people body dysmorphia, and big tech eroding the idea of objectivity and truth. Our protagonist (me) is smarter than everyone else and can see the chilling effects of technological dependence. The people won’t listen because they’re too stupid, but he persists. He fights off the robot horde, finds the big mainframe, and headbutts it to Hell where Satan kicks the shit out of it for eternity.

Oh, and the final track is about how Apple took away the Home button and replaced it with a gesture. Is there a better example of technology sucking total ass? I think not.

10 Horrible Global Conflicts That Inspired Pretty Okay Punk Songs

War. What is it good for? Well, occasionally it can inspire some pretty so-so punk melodies at the mere cost of a few thousand human lives. Here’s 10 tragic atrocities that helped create forgettable toe-tapping punk tunes.

The Syrian Civil War

Mainstream sellouts The Roofscoofs basically ripped off their local news producer’s copy when they penned the classist but catchy “I Believe We Can Find a Way,” which does not seem to be in support of or against anything and, in fact, seems to have absolutely no understanding of the war whatsoever.

The War on Drugs

When sentient heaps of quaaludes began overthrowing every world government, the military responded in force. So did many punk bands, with opinion divided on either side of the conflict. Some, like staright edge hardcore outfit Stiffle Piss, supported the military with the song “We Fucking Told You Drugee Fucks This Would Happen.” Meanwhile, thrash stalwarts The Tasteless Assholes took the drugs side, going so far as to write the historically accurate song “Self-Aware Heroin Stabbed the President In His Dickhole,” which actually occurred twice on two non-consecutive occasions.

The Boko Haram Insurgency

If you reading this are well and truly honest with yourself then you will admit that you have absolutely no idea what this conflict is about. But that hasn’t stopped several punk artists from penning confusing lyrics about the Boko Haram Insurgency. This includes prolific folk-punk singer Ricky Gutless, whose protest song “Bring Back the Crack and Those Girls You Kidnapped” clocks in at six minutes, five chords, and 37 very forced slant rhymes with the names of Nigerian cities.

World War I

Though often overshadowed by its showoff, jockish sibling World War II, The Great War, as it was called, has still inspired some decent punk tunes of its own. This is no more apparent than on Rocket Dojo’s song “Trenchfoot In Mouth,” whose repetitive melodies and gray, uninspired lyrics seem to truly capture the essence of man’s inhumanity to man.

The Spanish-American War

It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when punk started, though most music historians point to 1890s calliope pioneer Crackers Cobblesworth McGillicutty with his relative hit “Teddy Roosevelt Can Suck a Big Ol’ Bag of Buffalo Balls,” which the future president reportedly found to be “quite cantankerous and droll… like,  if I’m I really gonna fuck with some shit… wait, did you write that last part down.”

The War of the Worlds

Orson Welles 1938 radio drama wasn’t the only War of the Worlds to cause mass hysteria and unregulated suicide. During the brief, intergalactic wars of 1983 between invading extraterrestrials from The Planet of Cows and a global coalition of space navies led by Finland, countless punk bands tentatively embraced patriotism. Pro-Earth songs of the times include Stale Eyeballs’ “President Alien,” Brummers’ “No Cows In My Squat,” and The Silly Boners’ “Just ‘Cause My Dick’s Already Green Don’t Mean I Fuck With Y’all.” Truly a pointless time to be alive.

The Israeli-Palestinian Conflict

This ongoing and deeply frustrated conflict has long been a source of influence for activist punks to woefully misunderstand. For instance, Sweet Sabbath’s controversial single “I Get a Hard On For Zion,” which appears to espouse that the band believes the territorial maelstrom is predicated on some sort of landlord dispute, briefly created common ground by offending both sides equally.

The Vietnam War

Though usually associated with the hippie movement, the conflict in Vietnam actually served as the inspiration for some of the earliest punk bands on the scene. Such was true for proto-punk outfit Death From the Side with their single “Napalm In the Evening, Napalm At Suppertime,” which was later ripped off and pacified by the guy who wrote the Bagel Bites jingle.

Cola War
Most punk bands took the Pepsi side in this atrocity as Coca Cola’s CEO at the time was a literal wheelbarrow full of reeking money. The lone detractors were pop-punk outfit The Chaperones with the earworm “New Coke’s For Friendly Folks.” The track espoused the restorative properties of the landmark soft drink while also claiming its sugary denseness helped “heal the heart you tore apart, Amanda.” In hindsight, it’s actually a bit of a downer.

Future War

Just because it hasn’t happened yet hasn’t stopped numerous artists from speculating wildly about what the next big global apocalypse may be. Here’s a handful of current punk songs that might be the precursor to the end of mankind:

The Flannel Cops – “Don’t Fuck Me, Luxembourg”
Runny Buns – “The Day Second Hitler Farted”
The Brokeners – “BEES! BEES!”
Dr. Batman – “We Support the Clown Mafia”
Clobber Gutter – “This Nunnery Stinks Like Napalm”
On the Bend – “Tropical Satan”
Sloppy Cram – “Hail, Overlord Hootie!”
Sniff – “Who Wants a Golden Brainbug For Christmas?”
Land Spencer – “The Probiotics Turned On Us”
The Ashtray Buffers – “Doom From the Deep”
The Brokeners – “SHRIMP! IT’S SHRIMP THIS TIME!”
Crapclap – “Superman’s Real and He’s Super Pissed Off”
The Butlers – “I Didn’t Know Soviets Could Be Hot”
Joey Crackster – “Mo’ Dimension Beasts Mo’ Problems”
Old Long Slap – “Fell Asleep In Spain, Woke Up In Montana”
Working Cad – “Home Depot, Motherfuckers!”
The Dead Butts – “It Was All Steve’s Idea”
Unboobied – “Texas? More Like ‘Shmexas!’ (But Seriously, Please Release All Those Women Back To Their Homes. It’s Weird That, With All Your Power, You Just Make Them Play Softball Constantly)”
Blanket Space – “Oh Shit! Those Cow Aliens Came Back!”
Uptown Bitch – “We Didn’t Even Know Jamaica Had An Army”
The Brokeners – “BEES! IT’S BEES AGAIN!”
WonkaWonkaWonka – “The Toad People Took My Toddler To the Re-Education Center”