Not everyone thinks that “distaff” is a dirty word. From this week’s New Yorker:
Juliana Hatfield, a fixture on the independent-pop scene for more than a decade, specializes in distinctly distaff songs that range from mopey to angry, and she bolsters her tales of angst and ennui with some fine guitar playing. (emphasis mine)
An aside: I bought her first album when it was touted in this same magazine in 1992, without having a heard a note, when she was known as much for being the girlfriend of the Lemonheads’ Evan Dando (am I dating myself?) as for her own music. She was a member of the Blake Babies before heading out on her own, and I haven’t kept up much with her lately, but Friday night may well find me at the Bowery Ballroom checking out the latest.
Back to business: not loving the association between “distaff” and “mopey and angry,” but if “distaff” is good enough for the New Yorker, surely it’s good enough for the Breeders’ Cup?