Ten years ago my taste – like, only liking things that have this alienated German-Romantic frigidness to them, in a Schlegel irony sense but more importantly a Schiller pathos sense where frigidness necessitates an emotional earthquake to constitute itself as a sublation of  –  was considered *so* masculinist, if arguably queer. Now it’s kind of the defining feminine aesthetic of the moment, with Gaga and Lana Del Rey and Lorde. (Previously seen in 2003-2006 hip hop, between when Jay-Z finished teaching everyone how to do it and when Jay-Z forgot how to do it.)