I’m not sure why my entertainment and amusement preferences never matured beyond tween. Many pop stars and starlets outgrew me long before I was ready to let them go. Case in point, I remember when people were all huffy about Brittany half-naked on the cover of Rolling Stone b/c she was underage and now she’s divorced with 2 kids.
uuuuuggggg here we go with calypso christmas
Pretty soon the Jonas brothers will announce they have kids and that one with the weird hair is marrying his partner of 10 years. Then we’ll all go didn’t he and Miley just break up. What? Oh my bad that was the other one with the less weird hair. When I was a kid and my mother was around my age I pretended to have seizures until Rod Stewart was safely out of the tape deck. Once, her John Denver tape got stuck in the tape player. For 6 hours we listened to Take Me Home Country Roads & Rocky Mountain High. Don’t even get me started on “A Calypso Christmas.”. I65 is littered with mom’s tapes. We’d sneak them out the back windows on the minivan. I’m convinced she’s the reason I refuse to listen to age appropriate music. If I did, it would make me as big a dork as she was.
awe.....how sweet....this is before she got married to a loser, had two kids, and shaved her head.
(Reader note: I now know how friggin awesome my mom is and wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world but when you’re 13 and she’s forcing you to listen to 6 hrs of her singing along to John Denver you begin to crack.). I don’t have kids but I imagine someday I’ll be driving one of my nieces somewhere and she’ll suddenly look at me like I’m from Mars and suddenly my mp3 player will be bouncing down I65. Then it will dawn on me….Brittany is my Gloria Estephan & Justin Timberlake is my John Denver.
