Why Girls Hate Each Other (by JennaMarbles)
Tonight while I was home alone drinking wine, folding laundry, making dinner and playing video games, I put Pandora on my phone. I created a new station with “I am Not a Robot” by Marina and the Diamonds, and it is literally the best station I’ve ever created (because clearly I get the credit for this, not Pandora….just kidding).
Anyway, the point is it played a lot of older ish songs on this station (like Wonderwall by Oasis) and it reminded me that I’d been thinking of doing a new “segment” on my blog of “this song reminds me of” whatever. And I don’t want to cheat too much, because I could. Practically every “indie” type song reminds me of either a commercial or Anna (because that’s where I get any indie type music) (here I go with my parentheses again). In any case, I’ll do my best to use songs that remind me of a variety of things, not just, you know, Anna and The Television Interruptions. Now that I’m giving so much cred to commercials, I feel like I need to fess up to something.
Commercials make me cry. And I don’t just mean Hallmark or Folgers (those assholes are just out to get the easy criers in my opinion). Any commercial that displays any kind of sentiment brings me to tears. That commercial? With Drew Brees? And the kid? (I’ve no idea if it’s his real son) TEARS people. Because one of my favorite quarterbacks (hi, he won my fantasy football league for me) was in a cold medicine commercial with a sick child, I dissolve in front of the television.
Here’s the thing: everyone knows I cry. Whatever, no big, Stephansky’s a crier (Knapton’s a crier, WIERD). Commercials are THIRTY SECONDS OR LESS. In THIRTY SECONDS OR LESS, these things have the power to reduce me to a 6 year old who just learned that Toys R Us burned down. Pathetic, you guys. Pathetic. (Side story: Poppa used to get a kick out of telling me that Toys R Us burned down when I was a kid. I mean, I guess that sounds cruel, but I totally knew he was joking every time. Also, in case you were wondering how I ended up so sarcastic, that story might help…)
Ok, so back to the point. Today will be the inaugural post of “memory songs” which is what I’m calling it until I think of something better. And the first song is….ba ba ba ba! (drum roll please) (just kidding, I’m rambling for no reason)
I Just Wanna Be Mad For a While-Terri Clark
My pal Erin introduced me to this song, and to this day, whenever I hear, say or even THINK the words “coffee’s ready if you want some” I can only think of Erin making coffee in Odells during senior year and making enough for everyone on our horrible Sunday mornings when we all felt like we’d rather die than wake up and deal with the hangovers. So here’s to you, Erin darling. You’ve introduced me to more music than I care to sit down and think about. Between you and Anna, my country music and my indie music collection are pretty much all credible to y’all.
If that entire attitude weren’t bad enough, what other profession is legally held to PERFECTION by 2014? Are police required to eliminate all crime? Are firefighters required to eliminate all fires? Are doctors required to cure all patients? Are lawyers required to win all cases? Are coaches required to win all games? Of course they aren’t. For no other profession do so many outsiders refuse to accept the realities of an imperfect world. Crime happens. Fire happens. Illness happens. As for lawyers and coaches, where there’s a winner there must also be a loser. People accept all these realities, until they apply to public education. If a poverty-stricken, drug-addled meth-cooker burns down his house, suffers third degree burns, and then goes to jail; we don’t blame the police, fire department, doctors, and defense attorneys for his predicament. But if that kid doesn’t graduate high school, it’s clearly the teacher’s fault.
Three of my favorite YA heroine’s! And, you know, then there’s Bella. Whatever. Best thing ever.
Working on a Saturday afternoon.
Because I really like the posts that Anna does about googling lyrics and then posting the images that come up, here’s one of my own.
“the light was gray like it always is in paperbacks” (Ben Folds…or Liz Phair…someone..Chopsticks)
Done and done.