In the music piece I wrote this week, Pop Punk Puberty, I used Screeching Weasel's song "Peter Brady" as an example of a song that sent me, a young women, a negative message.

I know now, as an adult, and I knew it as a teenager, too, that the song is drenched in sarcasm, mocking a Brady Bunch world, but when the song is part of a genre where young women were consistantly being judged, hated, or pined after (so long as they're the right girl), it's still hard to believe "small tits and lots of zits" don't matter when THEY ABSOLUTELY DO IN HIGH SCHOOL.

As much as I understood the song then, it was still an example of what not to be, because I was, in fact, living in the world Screeching Weasel was mocking (AKA high school).

And even though I acknowledge in the piece that my teenage thought process is laughable and embarrassing (I WAS A TEENAGER—there was a lot to learn), Ben Weasel is unhappy about the shout out:


And now the comments on the story have been taken over by Screeching Weasel's army. There are some intelligent counter-arguments, of course, but there's also a lot of this:





There are over 100 comments on Screeching Weasel's facebook page. I haven't read them. I stopped giving a shit about that band when Ben turned out to be a woman-hitting, transgender-mocking, conservative republican who's too bitter about everything to do anything but complain about it.