I've admitted it before.. in limited circles. I have a secret guilty pleasure that can potentialy bring ridicule upon me. I've been shamed in the past. Mr. Philly has *heaped* shame upon me in the past for this transgression of mine.
Here it is: All up in the middle of my playlist is "I want it that way" by the Backstreet Boys.
There. I said it.
It is there, sandwiched between "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains and "She Talks To Angels" by the Black Crows. My playlist is mostly Nine Inch Nails, Seether, Crossfade, Chile Peppers, and Jane's Addiction, with a little Otep, Slipknot, and of course, lots of KoRn.
Just now, as I sat here minding my own business and listening to music on my computer, my guilty pleasure song of joy came on. As I sat there enjoying the delicate strains of this tender love song...I was soundly shamed by my sister, in the same low monotone voice that we use to shame the dog when she gets into the garbage or takes a squeege on the floor.
A minute later, the short kid came in to shame me further. She walked up and said "Mimi, do you like that song?" I said "Yes". She said "Well, it's kinda stupid." I replied "Well, I like it." At this, she turned on her heels and stalked from my room making her growly noise. As she went out the door, she said "That really makes me mad."
That reminds me... Libby has recently told me that she doesn't love the color pink anymore. She's into black now. She also hates the care bears because they are for "little kids" and she is NOT a little kid.
Again, she's FOUR.
I think kindergarten is too early to go goth. We may be in for a bumpy ride.