I really wish that someone would have told me when I was a kid that Joan Jett was into girls. I don’t know what I would have done with the information; as a child, it probably wouldn’t have made a lot of sense to me, but I am sure that the knowledge would have sat in my little head like a seed, and sprouted later on when I needed it. I remember that Joan Jett carried an aura of rebellion and general badness. I didn’t necessarily relate to that in any deep way. I did like the song Crimson and Clover, though, and I feel like if I had been able to listen to it with the understanding that when she is singing, “I don’t hardly know her, but I’ve been waiting to show her” that she is actually singing it to a girl, it would have been a whole lot more exciting. As it is, I realized Joan Jett was batting for her own team only fairly recently. (Yeah, I am classically slow to see these things) I’ve been making up for lost time by listening as closely as I can, soaking up the experience with intensified saturation into the pores of my nervous system. I guess it’s just the feeling of being included and it’s weird how much it means.