Sissy Girl

OK, I am SO the demographic of this blog post, except that he directs his blog post at a mostly male audience.

Acually, I was about to qualify it further by noting that I am so the demographic except that I wasn't really embarrassed to be listening to these tunes back then ~ or even now. But that's not entirely true.

You see, back in the day, I actually did pretend to identify more acutely with the punkier, edgier, Iggyer punk rockers, or the headbangier, stonier Judas Priestlier metal rockers, rather than just admit reality: I was a Cindi wannabe and a Pet Shop girl in the making.

Not much has changed. Case in point, what tune, pray tell, have I been listening to on my car CD player?

Track 16 off the same "Vital collection of Canadian Music" disk, of 2-3 blog posts ago fame, which sports the Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft song. But that was like so yesterday, she says, smacking her bubble gum and blowing a big grape double-bubble.

This week I've been grooving to the Safety Dance by Men Without Hats. But I make sure my windows are rolled down and that no one knows this. It's embarrassing to be listening to such....well, sissy music.

But what can I say? I've even been secretly looking into buying tickets to the Duran Duran concert coming up in May. I wouldn't dream of admitting this to anyone I know in real life - Holy Hub included - he'd have a few choice words for such loserville lurking. I even went so far as to think, well maybe I could take Holy Son, but then I thought, what if someone he knew saw him at the concert - wouldn't that be embarrassing for him, too? Being seen in public at the Duran Duran concert, and with his mother to boot (or his mother the boot)? Or however that goes.

Oh well, I don't know much and I certainly haven't learned a heck of a lot since high school, I feel like I've ran so far away since then, but I do know that about the only sage and prophetic bit of gloppity-goo I gleaned from those years are words I imparted in my high school yearbook (thinking I was all being all thespian wise and wonderful): "this above all, to thine own self be True."

So there, I'll admit it. I'm an 80s sissy girl. Always was, always will be.

Save a prayer for me, won't you?


The Beast Mom said...

You don't need prayer.

You need concert tickets.

And a wild night of dancing and singing at the top of your voice.

Buy the tix. Go to the show. Enjoy!


Jorge said...

The support group meets in the Lutheran Church hall on alternate Wednesdays. Bring your own Sony Walkman. Be well,

Lynn said...

I'm so with you. What tickles me is the bands today trying to do covers of 80's music...I get so ticked off when they don't do it exactly right, and the girls are soooo shocked that this isn't an original version of a song.

And now I've got Ran So Far Away in my head....I Couldn't Get Away!

Oh, and that youtube on the RMCP...oh boy. How sad and sickening. What's worse is all the horrid comments condoning the behavior of the police!

DavidShag said...

I have on my iPod, among the totally hip offerings, a bit of the bubblegum hits of the 60s and 70s (my era) like "Indian Lane". I love 'em and I don't care who knows. What embarrasses me is admitting some of the TV shows I am hooked on. Too much to say here...