This has been an awful week. And it's not over, unfortunately: it only heralds the beginning of an awful month--October. But watching Mike fumble all his dance moves and Wayne Brady do his best Bobby Brown impersonation is hot chocolate for my soul.
Confession: listening to this song still makes me happy, just as it did when I was around 12 and all I wanted in the world was to grow up to be as tall and gorgeous as the lead singer in The Good Girls (video below). It seems my junior high years were a wasteland of misdirected longing informed by the synthesized, saccharine world of early 90's R & B.
P.S.--I'm pretty sure I owned that black unitard with suspenders that the girls wear while they're performing at the school dance. I'm pretty positive I thought I was the shit when I wore it to the local church bazaar when I was 14, too.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
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