Some say it’s about an ex-boyfriend, while others say it’s a deep political cut.
Doin’ anything to get your ass farther
Gaslighter, big timer
Repeating all of the mistakes of your father
Gaslighter, you broke me
You’re sorry, but where’s my apology?
Gaslighter, you liar
Maybe it’s toxic masculinity or maybe it’s blaming Fred Trump for the dystopian movie Americans live through every day. Either way I’m here for it. The Chicks changed their name to dissociate from Confederate south and still Not Ready to Make Nice.
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Will Pollock is a perpetually crabby New York City escapee based in Midtown Atlanta. He’s a freelance multimedia journalist, media analyst and author of two books (award-winning Pizza for Good & Leaving Triscuit), with more on the way.
In 2001, Will earned his Masters from The Medill School of Journalism, graduating with highest honors from the magazine sequence. As permanent member of Journalism’s National Honors Society, he’s been active in monitoring, writing and blogging about media and journalism ever since he graduated.
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