"Misfits aren't misfits among other misfits"
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“Misfits aren’t misfits among other misfits” lands like a neat pop lyric because it flips the insult into a setting. Manilow isn’t offering a manifesto; he’s offering a stage direction: change the room, and the story changes. The line works because it treats “misfit” as a relative label, not a personality type. You’re not broken, you’re outnumbered.
Coming from Manilow - a mainstream hitmaker whose very brand is big sentiment delivered with polish - the subtext is quietly personal. His career sits in that strange space where mass appeal can still feel like marginality: the crooner dismissed as “uncool,” the showman whose sincerity reads as suspect in eras that prize irony. Add the historical context of his generation’s closet culture and later-life coming out, and the quote reads less like a Hallmark reassurance and more like a survival tactic: find your people; the shame evaporates when it stops being mirrored back at you.
The intent, then, is communal rather than corrective. It doesn’t ask the “misfit” to self-improve into acceptability; it asks them to reframe belonging as something you build collectively. There’s also a sly comfort in the repetition: “misfits… misfits… misfits.” By the third beat, the word loses its sting, turning into a badge. That’s pop music logic at its best - not denying pain, but giving it a chorus you can sing with others.
Coming from Manilow - a mainstream hitmaker whose very brand is big sentiment delivered with polish - the subtext is quietly personal. His career sits in that strange space where mass appeal can still feel like marginality: the crooner dismissed as “uncool,” the showman whose sincerity reads as suspect in eras that prize irony. Add the historical context of his generation’s closet culture and later-life coming out, and the quote reads less like a Hallmark reassurance and more like a survival tactic: find your people; the shame evaporates when it stops being mirrored back at you.
The intent, then, is communal rather than corrective. It doesn’t ask the “misfit” to self-improve into acceptability; it asks them to reframe belonging as something you build collectively. There’s also a sly comfort in the repetition: “misfits… misfits… misfits.” By the third beat, the word loses its sting, turning into a badge. That’s pop music logic at its best - not denying pain, but giving it a chorus you can sing with others.
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| Topic | Friendship |
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