My friend Brandt embedded a Tiffany song in a blog entry. No, really. On purpose. I think Dantë described a special circle of Hell for people like him.
It’s like all the bad parts of high school condensed into 3:45.
It was only made worse by the fact that at the exact moment I started hearing it, the local newscast did a story on belly dancing classes. So in addition to hearing the Horrid Hits of 1987, I was also subjected to simultaneous visual images of Women of Unusual Size, in short skirts with little dangly things, um . . . shaking.
I need therapy.