Juliana Hatfield Might Be In Love: Referring To Everything As “This Guy”

julianalogoBy the time Juliana Hatfield had reached her mid-20s, she’d become the poster girl for ’90s indie rock. She was looked upon as the thinking person’s alternative to the riot-grrrl phenomenon, and the future seemed rosy. Hatfield had formed revered combo the Blake Babies, launched a red-hot solo career, played bass on the breakthrough Lemonheads album and gained national attention when she told Interview magazine she was still a virgin and wasn’t too worried about it. The backlash from those without much of an attention span was inevitable. In the ensuing years, Hatfield has honed her art and produced a wealth of stirring, self-confident albums. Peace & Love, out next week on her Ye Olde label, is an utterly sincere revelation that proves well worth the wait. Hatfield will be guest editing all week. Read our exclusive excerpt from her 2008 memoir and our brand new Q&A with her.

animal-prints520Hatfield: I don’t know when or why I started doing this, but at this point it seems to have become a permanent part of my lexicon. I refer to things—objects—as “this guy,” personifying the things as if they are my friends. “I love this guy” is my all-purpose, go-to positive affirmation of whatever is giving me pleasure in any given moment. Like, say, I’m watching The Rockford Files and something really great or super-’70s happens—like the stock hippie character says something like, “Man, that chick is far out”—I might say to the TV, “I love this guy,” meaning I love The Rockford Files in general. (Not the hippie.) Or if I take a bite of something delicious, like maybe the first spoonful out of a fresh pint of Ben & Jerry’s, I’ll exclaim, “I love this guy,” to no one in particular, and I’ll be talking about the ice cream. (Not Ben or Jerry.) One more example: If my dog is on her back with her legs in the air and I’m scratching her chest and my hand comes to the little, tiny anomolous spot of white among all of her otherwise uniform brown-ness, I am liable to say—speaking of that little splash of white fur (not the dog)—“I love this guy,” as if suddenly reminded of a dear old friend. Or something.

One reply on “Juliana Hatfield Might Be In Love: Referring To Everything As “This Guy””

This is really weird because I have been doing this for the last year or so too — and didn’t think anyone else was doing it. It started with my daughter’s Nick Jr. character toys. Even if they were girls, I’d say: “Pick which guys you want to bring in the living room with you, etc.” or I’ll be coming the knots out of her hair and I’ll say, “Oh, we’ve got to get this guy out now, he’s a really big knot.” I thought I should try to get out of the habit in case she starts calling everything “guy” in preschool! It’s nice to know Juliana has this habit too!! 🙂

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