The Hole Review We'd Like To Write Next Week

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Call us a pie-eyed child of the grunge decade, the kind that grew up taping Hole songs off the radio to listen to on the school bus. Maybe we did romanticize the story of Kurt and Courtney, the first and last couple of alternative rock. We imagined that mythical self-destructive duo pounding out songs on acoustic guitars in a smoke-filled room, only stopping to shoot up or nod off.

We have an image of the grieving and stoic widow in our heads that somehow makes the past 16 years understandable. We - meaning pop culture at large - almost give Love a free pass because her husband killed himself, so we expect her to do bad things out of rage and grief.

It's the same way people might treat a child of divorce or even a shell-shocked soldier. But non-celebrities don't get a free pass to gloriously fail for more than a decade and a half. No, us little people are given a slim window of crazy we can act out on before we are told to get our shit straight.

Pop culture is cool with Love failing because it keeps her on the blogs and magazines as a train wreck that gets people to click, scroll and flick through pages. Music wags don't mind because we all like a good comeback or underdog story to prove us wrong so we can fantastically backpedal.

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Craig Hlavaty
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