Slight Programming Interruption
So, The Man and I had lunch at the only restaurant in "town" today and they were playing Billy Idol’s latest greatest hits record. I knew every fucking word to every fucking song. It was disturbing to us both. I’m not even that girl, but I leaned over to him and explained, "It’s that thing where even though I know I’m being pandered to with packaging, I have a vagina so I can’t say no. It’s why I watch Grey’s Anatomy (even though I tell people I’m in it for those cross over moments, for instance when Dr. Bailey all of a sudden talks Han Solo) and it’s why I will always love Billy Idol…even Rock the Cradle of Love."
These things are guiltless pleasures…or, for those of you who must submit to the Sex in the City movie, I suppose, guiltless expectations disappointed.
