πΎπππππ Made Me Do It π
Bushwick’s πΎπππππ Rising & The Satantic Panic
November 24, 2020
I don’t know how it is possible after years and years of blogging that I don’t have more πΎπππππ puns on here! In fact the only one I could find was a two-sentence post that was referencing The White Stripes album… in 2007. So now, a post totally dedicated to worshipping πΎπππππ. Starting with πΎπππππ Rising, the all-vegan meat and sweet shop in Bushwick, Brooklyn.
πΎπππππ Rising is the union of πΎπππππ‘s Helper & Pisces Rising. And so they have amazing housemade vegan deli meats and exceptional pastry and sweet treats. I so love an eatery like this… one that raises the bar on my beloved vegan food. The care is distinguishable in each bite… and it’s the care that matters.
Colorful sandwich cross-sections taste as vibrant and flavorful as they look. Isn’t that nice when something (one?) is just as pretty on the inside as the outside?
One of those every bite demands a picture sandwich–Oh, the Triple Threat is their pepperoni, salami, and mortadella, with cheese, lettuce, roasted red pepper, onion, pepperoncini, mayo, and vinaigrette on a ciabatta hero.
I let the lovely counter gal make the choices for me–two sweet and a savory. For savory, their Thanksgiving Crag. This thing was an unbelievable meal encased in my most favorite vehicle… bread.
All housemade (How I love that word!) stuffed with scalloped sweet potatoes, gravy, chestnut mushroom turkey, cranberry, and topped with fried onions in a seasoned boule. Lordy lord! If I wasn’t so asleep at the wheel/confined to my apartment, I’d make a themed post of all the Thanksgiving sammies popping up at vegan eateries… “Next year.”
Let’s look inside…
Onward to sweet… This cake was on special: a chocolate chip pumpkin cake. A cake after my own heart. They do no wrong, these πΎπππππists.
Finally a peanut butter filled chocolate cookie. Down to the little details, πΎπππππ Rising is on top of its game. I would love to see more cake options as, oddly, it’s more difficult than I want it to be to get a slice of cake, like really good cake. I wind up having to make it myself.
When I got home from Bushwick, πΎπππππ was on the mind. I wanted to listen to MΓΆtley CrΓΌe backwards gazing at Vince Neil’s prettiness like I did when I was a child… (Too Young To Fall In Love? That was perplexing to me. Because I was only 9 and yet, I was in love with Vince. π Also, what is happening here?)
The music I listened to when other little girls were listening to New Kids On the Block had a huge impact on my development… a deliberate and far-reaching rejection of conformity gave birth to countless values I still uphold. The little girl who snuck downstairs to the television room (Yes, there was only one in a special room.) at midnight to lay on the rug and watch Headbangers Ball… she’s me still. The conscious effort required to express non-conformity took heart–especially in the face of so much “normalcy.” (Now all it takes is you clicking on a keyboard. What you don’t know… you don’t know. A tragic condition.) But it’s an effort well-rewarded. Like any muscle, the heart grows when it’s used, exerted… and atrophies when other parts take over… fingers, brain. Most hearts are out of practice, shaking foolishly when exerted—like when a guy tries to stretch his hamstrings.
With πΎπππππ and metal on the mind I watched Lords of Chaos, a horror film that chronologizes the birth of Norway’s black metal scene in the 90’s. And I was refreshingly impressed. Rory Culkin has made great creative choices in his acting and I really enjoyed his performance in this one. Sure, there are some pretty yucky parts… but the “juxtaposition” of Rory’s boyishness, a heart we see revealing itself with mostly subtlety throughout the film carried me most of the way. A barely discernible flinch in the face of evil-doing does so much more than pages of dialogue could. In this way, Culkin does a great job. There ought to be a specific Oscar category for Eye Acting–I would nominate him for it. (Best Eye Acting ever… Michael Corleone. Watch the Godfather I & II again and pay attention to his eyes.)
Afterwards, Hulu went right in Hail Satan?, likely feeling my πΎπππππ vibes. Again, I was enthralled! The documentary, which follows the work of the modern-day Satanic Temple, exposes the absurdity within our country’s religious constructs… how our nation, founded with the intent of religious freedom and pluralism, has ultimately failed in this capacity. What starts as a seemingly satirical look at modern-day satanists, the documentary understands your preconceived notions, takes you within a journey that ultimately provokes serious thoughts about freedom, hypocrisy, religious priviledge, and mass media.
The followers of the Satanic Temple took on the mission of pointing out the lack of separation of church and state in our government and the ridiculousness of religious fundamentalists with very entertaining results. As I grew up listening to metal within the now-coined Satanic Panic, I found the social criticisms within the documentary very necessary as our country continues to reckon with the layered horrors inflicted upon “the different”–both historically and in modern times. Now: think of how much death worldwide in the history of time can be attributed to ‘My godhead is better than yours’. It is well-worth examining deeply… critically. The contemporary Satanic Church does so.
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π΅ππ πππππππππ, πΎπππππππ
Now an adult looking back, I can see how the Satanic Panic–a time of mass hysteria/culture war brought about by sociological factors including the fear-mongering of the Cold War, among other things–ushered in the mindset of intolerance and religious supremacy that intertwined dangerously with the modern (skewed) view of patriotism. Organized religion is the ultimate tool of control, another weaponized idea in which to hand to the populace.
And we fight each other… against what is not “normal,” what does not conform, what does not blindly accept its own suppression. We fight rather than unite our voice for the good of all… because, well, that is just not profitable.
Again it’s profit and the underlying power structures embedded in our society: πΏππ π½πππ π°πππ.
Hail Satan. Well, just for effect.
Though their Seven Fundamental Tenets sound pretty good to me.