Thursday, 27 January 2011

Pretty Girls Make Graves

Very belatedly, it's occurred to me that Morrissey's 'Pretty Girls Make Graves' (which I'd always, without thinking too hard about it, assumed was about a kind of fascinated horror of sex, a sense of sex and death as necessarily interconected) is actually more specifically a horror of heterosexual sex, a sense of death's implication in heterosexual sex. Sex and pretty girls, the song says, make babies who grow old and die. Sex and pretty boys (the song implies) is free of this taint.

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