From The Desk Of Chastity Belt: “Sex And The City”

Chastity Belt began as something of a joke when guitarist/singer Julia Shapiro, guitarist Lydia Lund, bassist Annie Truscott and drummer Gretchen Grimm were still undergrads at Walla Walla, Wash.’s Whitman College. After the band relocated to Seattle postgraduation, its first album, 2013’s No Regerts, continued in the in-it-for-yuks vein, with songs inserting a healthy dose of self-deprecating humor into the group’s unschooled, spindly guitar rock. But then a funny thing happened on the way to the punchline: Shapiro found something more than merely “funny” to say, and began writing more sophisticated songs that demanded a closer degree of attention. Which, in turn, pushed the band’s latest LP, Time To Go Home (Hardly Art), toward altogether more fertile creative turf. Chastity Belt will be guest editing all week. Read our new feature on them.


Shapiro: This show rules. I’m always down to watch SATC. Any time, any place. It’s so bad in the best way. All of the characters are super one-dimensional and extremely aggravating. I think Carrie is the worst. She’s so self-serving, and an awful friend. Charlotte is an idiot, and Samantha’s entire personality is that she’s always horny. Miranda is cynical, and for good reason. She has the worst luck. I remember watching three episodes in a row in which a series of horrible things happened to her. First her mom died, then her friend got cancer, then she threw out her back. The show was pretty groundbreaking for its time, but looking back at it it fulfills so many stereotypes about women.

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