British-Somali songwriter, feminist, and musician Marianne Joan Elliott-Said, also known by her stage name Poly Styrene, is most notably known for being the founder of punk rock band X-Ray Spex.
She was born in Bromley, London, and ran away from home at the age of 15 with just £3 in her pocket, hitchhiking from one music festival to another. This adventure ended when she stepped on a rusty nail while bathing in a stream and had to be treated for septicaemia.
After seeing the Sex Pistols performance at the Pier Pavillion Hastings on her 19th birthday she thought that anyone could do what they were doing and so decided to form her own Punk Rock band, putting an ad in the paper calling for ‘young punx who want to stick it together’, and that was the beginning of X-Ray Spex. She eventually became a passionate feminist and posted a blog dedicated to women’s rights and defense of women.
She was described by Billboard as the “archetype for the modern-day feminist punk”; because she wore dental braces, stood against the typical sex object female of 1970’s rock star, sported a gaudy Dayglo wardrobe, and was of mixed race. She was “one of the least conventional front-persons in rock history, male or female”.
Needless to say, she was a total bad ass.
idg why this post doesn’t have more notes
it’s poly fucking styrene omg
[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right
Top Text: “YOU PUT ME IN CHARGER?”
Bottom Text: “YOU DIDN’T PUSH POWER BUTTON, SO I DIDN’T CHARGE”]
It’s awesome how the symbol guns in my store don’t actually start charging when you put them in the cradle… no they only start charging if you push power on the gun after cradling it. How non-intuitive.
this, a 1000 times this.
First submission here! I thought for a while about all the crazy and awful things that have happened to me while working retail. For instance last week someone called the 911 because I wouldn’t give her a discount…? But this blog always makes me depressed/not feel so alone so I wanted to share a story that made me really happy. I work at a self service laundromat, but people also drop off their laundry; I do it, and they pick it up later. There’s a very sweet little girl who hangs out with me when her parents are there. (she never gets in the way though) I was very busy this morning and she was asking me a lot of questions about the guy who’s clothes I was folding (who’s name was Carlos), and we were having a jolly old time making up a story about who he might be. She then looked at the tip jar and asked me what that was. I told her sometimes if people thought I did a really good job they would leave me some money to let me know they appreciated me. She thought about that for a little while, then asked if Carlos had left me a tip. I said no. She thought about that for a little while longer then said: “Don’t worry, when Carlos gets here he is going to see how nice you are and how good you folded his clothes and how hard you worked and he is going to give you a dollar and everyone will clap because they are so proud of you!”
Thinking about that has never failed to cheer me up when I have had a thankless day.
PS Carlos did not leave a tip.