I have my sexy back
Well, I did it.I kept trying to tamp down the temptation. I distracted myself with Corrine Bailey Rae. I dabbled in some old, old, old Butthole Surfers. But after today I couldn't stand it anymore. I downloaded Justin Timberlake's SexyBack and I'm not nearly as ashamed about it as I thought I would be.
When I was growing up, I always thought I'd ultimately be one of those moms who listened to the same cool music their kids did. I was never going to let myself get trapped in an era of music. You can probably guess what happened... my CD collection is a Lollapalooza heyday hit parade. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Primus, Alice in Chains, Tool, Stone Temple Pilots.... if it can be associated with plaid and Docs, it's on my iPod. I've tried to branch out, I really have. But I just can't do the American Idols and the Beyonces. I can't. So when I was accosted by SexyBack on the radio and I found myself doing a little overbite head groove thing I thought, "Holy shit." I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Growing up, there were those moms who were stuck in their own special era and there were the cool moms who listened to MudHoney. And then there was the group of moms who thought they were cool. They thought they were listening to hip, young music, and they were really just embarrassing everyone with Savage Garden.
Is that me now? Am I the Savage Garden mom?
No, no, no! If I want to bounce my big ol' nursing boobies and jiggle my rump to some J.Tim. then I'ma gonna do it whether I look like an idiot or not. Eddie Vedder can have a rest for a little while.
I'm bringing sexy back, dammit, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.
Except that kind of I am.
posted by haikumama @ 3:32 PM
1 Comments:
omigod mama...you just crack me up...and sing my song all at once.
thankee for that.
jote
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