Category Archives: Clare

The Problem with Miley’s VMA Performance

Miley put on quite the show at the VMA’s. It was shocking. Strange. Bizarre. Disturbing.
It was sad.
Sad for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because of this: Miley is an influential performing artist. I know this statement will be argued, but it’s true. “We Can’t Stop” has been playing non-stop on the radio for the majority of the summer. It was been number one on Itunes for weeks.
Miley is a huge star. There is no denying that. And that, that is the problem. The fact that this girl, this outrageously successful young woman, is abusing her fame. When I watched her VMA performance with Robin Thicke, there were multiple moments when I literally looked away from the TV, embarrassed for her.
A successful pop star shouldn’t make you want to look away while they’re performing.
It was outrageously inappropriate and obnoxious and everything a performance shouldn’t be. It was worse than her music video. It was not suitable for young children. It was raunchy, uninspired, and lame.
I doubt anyone with any ounce of high regard in the music industry could hold even an inkling of respect for her after that display of morbid crudity. It was all trash with no class.
I guess the most pathetic thing about it was the fact that Miley could’ve done something great with it. She could’ve strutted out there, danced a little, acted a little weird, and sang like a true diva. She could’ve proved to the whole audience (and all of America), that she is fierce and fab and ready to take the whole music industry by storm.
Miley had the opportunity to gain respect as an artist, pick up fans, and promote her upcoming album in a positive fashion.
But she didn’t. She did the exact opposite, and I don’t know how someone in their right mind could jeopardize their career like that.
As I write this, I think to myself, “Am I being too judgmental? She’s a young celebrity wanting to have a little fun. Experiment. She’s just trying to enjoy her youth.”
But I can’t make myself believe this. I can’t sympathize with her. If she wants to go out and party, that’s great. Totally fab. But her career is music, not exotic dancing. No one turned on the VMA’s to see a skinny white girl act like a psychopathic slut with no talent or taste.
I don’t see Miley doing much after this. I truly don’t. I think she lost America’s respect tonight. There was nothing good about that performance, and it’s going to be a tough hike back to the top for smiley Miley.
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Pet Peeves (Topic of the week)

So, we decided that our theme of the week was pet peeves, and I figured it’d be a fairly easy topic to write about. Clearly, this hasn’t been the case, since it’s 11:16 right now and I still haven’t written a single thing.

I’m not sure where this writer’s block has come from. I mean, I have a multitude of things I could be writing about now. I could write about how much I hate feminist rants and annoying people on Facebook and P!nk and people who think they’re really smart and cool when in reality they aren’t at all. I could write about how disturbing I think it is when people are hypocritical and closed minded and rude for absolutely no reason.

I could write novels about all the little momentary annoyances I have in my life, but I’m not going to. Because they’re not important enough to write a whole entire blog post about. I feel like a lot of what people base their whole entire lives on is just negativity, and I am not a pessimistic human being.

I’m not going to lie and say that I never complain about things, because I do. Sometimes my complaining is very incessant, actually. But it doesn’t consume me, you know? I’ll complain about something, and then I’ll forget about it. I can’t hold a grudge or even allow myself to get too worked up about anything.

So you see my dilemma. I am supposed to write a post here about a pet peeve, but there’s nothing that annoys me enough to take the time and effort to write a long, negative post about. So I’m not going to write anything.

I guess you could say my pet peeve is people who have never ending lists of their pet peeves and are obnoxious about it. You all just need to chill out and go with the flow. The fact that Panera forgot your baguette is not something to be so eternally angry over, and it’s absolutely not something I find pleasure in reading on Facebook.

Life will go on.


Fear the Unlived Life

“The average life expectancy is 67 years. You have 24,455 days to live, dream, and thrive. That’s it. The end. No redo. With that sort of fact residing in your brain, how can you not live your life to the fullest and pursue your dreams and desires? Why do we settle for less? Why do we not try things because we’re scared we’ll fail or be laughed at? What makes leaving passion behind to live a life of repetition and solemness so desirable? I have no idea, and this is the first time I’ve ever been glad to not know something. Life is meant to be experienced. To be felt. To be taken. To be dissected. To be lived. They always said the world is for the taking, and you know, it truly is if you throw yourself out there and actually try and take it. Life comes down to passion at the end of it all, so why act as if it’s childish or impossible if it’s truly your passion? Another question that need not be answered. Live!”

I just read this on another blog of a foreign exchange student I saw on YouTube during some late night exchange student perusing and thought it was so relevant. It speaks for itself.

 Over and out,
Clare Roth
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11 reasons why I loved Germany

1) People walk everywhere. The towns are small and compact and have really cute cobblestone streets (they aren’t as cute when you’re driving on them [and onto the sidewalks] at 90 mph but whatevs) and it’s just much nicer than driving absolutely everywhere you go. I think this especially appealed to me because I can’t drive yet, so I liked how you could just get up and go wherever you wanted to go, whenever you wanted to.

2) The social scene was so much better. Kids went out every weekend, usually to the disco or house parties. I loved this because, well, I love to go out. And even though I couldn’t go to the disco because I was underage, I still thought that was wicked cool. If I lived in Germany I’d be hittin it up every weekend.

3) The apple juice was fizzy. Since I hated the fizzy water (most Americans will), I had to come up with more creative things to drink (not alcohol, let me remind you, because I am fifteen). So, I drank the fizzy apple juice as my substitute for water and it was absolutely heavenly. I miss it. Mixing Pellegrino and apple juice just isn’t the same as Apfelschorle.

4) They get breaks in school. One fifteen minute one in the morning, and then they get to go home for lunch for an HOUR. An hour! I remember one day, me and my friend Hannah went to someones house in another town to hang out during our lunch break, we had that much time to spare.

5) Everything is pretty. It may not be like this everywhere else in Germany, but I know that in the town I was staying in, everything was just beautiful. Perfectly manicured lawns and windmills in the distance and farmland and lots of fences and trees and ugh it was just so lovely and picturesque everywhere you went.

6) If you wanted to see someone, all you had to do was walk to their house. Oh, and people actually come to your door to pick you up, instead of text you from their car and say “here” or “cum out”, like they do here in America.

7) Everyone dressed nice. There was absolutely no way you’d see anyone in sweatpants, and God forbid you wear a t-shirt to school. All the style among the kids was very hip and fashionable. Lots of skinny jeans, converse, scarves, and cardigans. You could tell that people made an effort to look nice, even the boys. Especially the boys.

8) They ate lots and lots and lots of bread. Always for breakfast and dinner. This could be good or bad, depending on your preference. I love bread, so it was great for me. Everyday I put butter and Gouda cheese on my bakery roll and I was a very happy camper.

9) Sales tax was included in the price! No second guessing if you had enough money to buy something, because the price on it was always exact. This was definitely one of my all time favorite things. And the fact that they had 1 and 2 Euro coins, so if I was paying in change from the bottom of my purse, there was always a good chance that I would stumble upon a 2 Euro coin mixed up with my 1 cent coins, which was always bound to make my day.

10) If you wanted to travel to another country, it only took a few hours by train. Since Europe is so compact, we could’ve traveled to a multitude of other countries and it wouldn’t have costed that much or taken too much time. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go anywhere else, but it’s still one of the things I loved about Germany, and Europe in general. This will be wonderful when I come back.

11) Speaking German. I loved speaking German, even though I was horrible at it and sounded like a behindert 3rd grader. I loved it when I tried to speak it to my German friends and they would just laugh and laugh at how stupid I sounded. They really did try to help me learn it, though, and I miss saying “Ja” and “Tschüs!”, and trying to decode what they were saying. It was challenging, yeah, but I enjoyed it. I truly felt like I was kind of learning something, and it was the absolute best feeling in the world when they actually understood what I was saying.

These are just a few of the more material things I thought of. There was so much else that I loved, but it would take me forever to list everything out. I truly loved the European culture and can’t wait for my next trip abroad.





Over and out,

Clare Roth

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North West?

I’ve been mentally prepping myself all week for the name announcement of Kim and Kanye’s baby. See, I knew it would be something completely outrageous and narcissistic. Totally saw that coming. All celebrities name their children obnoxious names, right? (Please take a moment of silence to think about poor Blanket Jackson and Pilot Inspektor).

I was expecting something along the lines of “Boi”. Or “Kyd”. Or “Kanye”.

I definitely wasn’t expecting “North West.”north-west-kim-kardashian-and-kanye-west-reveal-baby-name

Um. Okay. I’m not sure what the reasoning behind this was, or why it took five days to come up with that, but okay. Clearly they did it for shock value. Why else would you name your child after a cardinal direction? I’ve been puzzled over this all night, and I’ve come up with a few theories.

Maybe it has sentimental value. Let’s say Kim and Kanye love to travel. One night, they were taking a road trip, and the compass was stuck the whole entire time on “northwest”. No matter what direction they took, they were going northwest. They eventually got so lost that they just had to stop and call home. They were stranded overnight, and they had nothing else to do but play around, right? So Kim gets pregnant, and they decide to name the kid after their slutty mishap. In sentiment, of course.

Or maybe, next week everyone in this newfound “family” will disappear, and the only tip given to the public will be that they went northwest. They wanted to give little North some time to chill out in his natural environment without the burden of having to deal with all this publicity. Yeah! Maybe they’ve been planning this for a long time, and it’s just a matter of days now! Maybe all we’ll ever know of Kimye and North West is that they’re residing in some secret place in the North West.

And there’s always the possibility that Kim just really likes the direction “northwest”. Maybe she’s always secretly been passionate about it. Maybe the only reason she got pregnant with Kanye was so that she could name her child after her favorite direction. I mean, we all have strange little obsessions, right? Thank God it was something as simple as a direction. Just imagine if it was explosive diarrhea. Now that would be bad.

In all seriousness, though, I don’t mind the name. I think “North” actually has kind of a nice ring to it, and it’s much better than South, that’s for sure. They clearly did this for shock value, which has been the basis of this whole pregnancy. I wouldn’t have expected anything less from them.

And just imagine how boring and disappointing it would’ve been if they’d just named the kid something like “Keira” or “Kandice”. This is Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. The fact that they even have a baby is ridiculous. They’re just milking all this attention they’re guaranteed to get, and I say more power to them.

This is a free country, people. Kim and Kanye can, and will name their child whatever the hell they want to name it. The kid is not going to get bullied, the kid is going to be worshipped. It’s the child of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West for God’s sake. It’s already trending worldwide on Twitter.

Over and out,

Clare Roth

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How on Earth Does this Work?

Hey guys! Actually, I shouldn’t say “guys”, because I kind of doubt there are guys reading this. I kind of doubt anyone is reading this, actually, but I feel like there’s a much better chance that there are girls reading this.

So we’ll start over.

Hey ladies! My name is Clare Roth. I am one of the three girls writing for this blog, Thoughts from the Backseat. The other bloggers are my two best friends, Katy and Audrey.

The inspiration for this blog came late last night. I was texting Audrey, moaning and complaining about how incredibly boring my summer has been so far.

I feel like a lot of my friends are in the same boat as me. I mean, we’re fifteen years old. You can’t legally work until you’re sixteen. I’ve already applied to literally every business in town that accepts fifteen year old workers, and nowhere is hiring. If you can name it, I’ve applied. Nada. Zip. Zilch.

I mean, it’s not like I haven’t done anything this summer. I watched Project X fourteen times. I’ve been through about seven America’s Next Top Model all day marathons on Oxygen. I listened to the complete discography (all five albums) of The Strokes on YouTube yesterday.

I even baked whole grain yogurt cookies last week, and then proceeded to throw the whole entire batch away because of how disgusting they were. I literally gagged when I tasted the first one.

Basically, I’ve gotten nothing done this summer.

So, last night, in a stroke of pure ingeniousness, I came up with the idea of a joint blog. I mean, what could be better than the documentation of three bored high school girl’s lives? If you’re saying “Nothing!”, you’re right.

We’re going to talk about all kinds of things. Pop culture, social media, books, music, pet peeves, the war in the Middle East, Amanda Bynes, whatever. You name it, we’ll write about it.

That’s all I really have to say for now.

Over and out,