It’s been well over a year since I signed up Aura for her first dance class. And almost a year since I blogged about my recital qualms, and then the ensuing recital hijinks. (Ah, hijinks. Entirely maladroit here, yet there is not nearly enough usage of hijinks these days. That and décolletage. Oh, and bamboozle….
(It’s been a long, long time since I’ve done this. Humor me, please.) When we last visited the Great and Talentless World of Pop Music, we bemoaned Taylor Swift’s assertion that your heart beats in your elbow, as well as Ke$ha’s fervent dislike for the letter “S” and spa nomenclature. I hate to be the…
Whenever I listen to mainstream pop music, it immediately occurs to me that the genre is not exactly riddled with rocket scientists. As we head into the weekend, please allow me to highlight a few examples. Tik Tok, Ke$ha Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack Cause when I leave for the night,…