When it was announced Shih Tzu and Santa it’s the most wonderful time of the year Christmas shirt. that the group would reunite to play a few dates in major cities at the beginning of this year, I stormed the Internet along with thousands of other fans to buy tickets. Within five minutes, all of the New York shows had sold out—a result that felt distinctly un-punk. Reunion tours can feel a little bit like the dead coming back to life, but they are also, cynically, a money-making opportunity. The extremely corporate venue choices, like Terminal 5, prompted similar criticism from those who had waited in line to buy Bikini Kill tickets from box offices decades ago. Of course, Bikini Kill is now far too big of a band to play the tiny punk venues of their origins, but it was strange to realize that, as a fan, if you were going to see them on this tour, it would be in bright, shiny stadiums where beer costs
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