I'm on deadline today, so my latest body image diatribe will have to wait until tomorrow but here's something that's been sticking in my craw lately: when people say, "This is the best BLANK you'll ever BLANK." I resent that! How do you know what's the best, to me? Preferences are subjective, and I can make up my mind about the best this or that I ever tasted or saw or heard, thank you very much. As you may have noticed, I don't appreciate bossiness in any form. I like recommendations and enthusiastic shares. But don't boss me, bro.
OK then! I'm going to do something I never do and link a song I absolutely hate, because I though I love love itself and positivity and knowing what other people love, I find that dislikes are often more interesting. In my opinion, this may well be the worst song ever written and performed, and even though I love some terrible music, this one is just BAD bad. Even though I have good associations surrounding it. Priscilla Queen of the Desert, for one. And staying at my Aunt Peggy's house in Farmington back in the 80s, I used to spend weekends with her all the time, and I clearly remember being in the kitchen and my aunt or uncle or one of my cousins had made a tape of a radio countdown (remember that kind of thing? If you don't I don't want to hear about it) and it had this and Toto's "Rosanna" on it. Now "Rosanna", that is a good song. I love the shit out of some Toto. Just so we're clear. But for whatever reason, I think I heard the song I'm talking about 50 times in a 48 hour period, and it could be that I only heard it once. It's just that awful. The question remains, WHAT THE FUCKNATION ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT CHARLENE AND HOW IS THIS A REAL SONG?
Without further ado, I give you:
Bring all your haterness to me, if you're so inclined.
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