Mitski, 'Nothing's About to Happen to Me' Album Review
There’s a famous Margaret Atwood passage about the impossibility of going unwatched as a woman, about how solitude doesn’t actually neutralize the gaze so much as internalize it. The “watcher” migrates from the world outside to the space behind your own eyes until “you are a woman with a man inside watching a woman,” until “you are your own voyeur.” Even inside the comfort of one’s own home, the surveillance state and its subject share a single body. Mitski’s eighth album is, on its surface, a r...
