TV on the Radio meets Tom Waits and Scarlett is the embodier. I am shaking right now. I don’t know what to do. And you see, that’s what she wants. She aims to create an apoplectic rage that you can no longer resist. You give yourself over to it. You vote for Obama. You make a Lil’ Wayne mixtape for a white person. You call your scarf a ‘bib’ when you are at restaurants. You start a tumblr. You begin to admire Brad Pitt, just a little. You wish everyone a happy Kwanzaa and then you chuckle. You tell everyone about your scrabble championship and link to it in your gchat away message. You eagerly await the release of the next U2 album, feeling that even if you don’t enjoy it, you should support Bono. You rent Deja Vu.