So like, a month or so ago, my BFF Elaine called me as she was drunk stumbling home from a bar at the beach. Which is like, the equivalent of a rape whistle and/or mase when you’re hammed. You know when you like, probably shouldn’t be walking through an area alone at night to begin with, and then on top of that, you’ve got the diagonal walk going on, so like, for whatever reason, a voice on the other end of the phone is super comforting and will TOTALLY prevent you from getting abducted by a horny, raving lunatic? Yeah. Well, it’s fucking stupid, but that’s not what I was getting at.
I mentioned Bon Iver at some point and she was all like “HAH. Wait. What did you just say? It’s BON EYE-VER, dude.” And I was all like, “No girl, it’s BONE IH-VAIR,” and then she goes, “First of all, there’s no way that’s right. And second of all, that’s fucking stupid. I-V-E-R? That fucking spells EYE-VER, not IH-VAIR.” And I was like, “Okay I’ll be sure to holler at his publicist and let them know that’s not working for you.”
So, Elaine. Here you go. If the internet says its so, then so it is. And for the record, I agree with you. It’s kind of fucking stupid.