I swear to god I will lose my mind if I hear the “sex sells” fallacy one more time. Sex does not sell. If sex sold, we would see penises where we see boobs. Naked men would be on everything that naked women are on. Sex isn’t what they’re selling you. They’re selling you an impossible, pornographically fueled misogynistic idea of the perfect woman.
During times like these, where I have a large pile of assignments due in a limited time frame, I seem to find comfort and therapy from tuning into music created by foreign language bands. With them singing in, of course, a foreign language too.
There is just something so…. Soothing about listening to someone sing melodiously in spanish/french/japanese/korean/malay while I attempt my workloads. My mind is able to simultaneously focus on the task even more as the influx of crazy tunes come through my vestibulocochlear receptors.
Random note: I have a personal goal to learn Spanish and acquire the ability to write a love letter!