did you ever know…? hopefully you did not

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Last night I tagged along with AK to a fundraiser for foster youth. The entertainment at the benefit included a jazz singer who modified her inspirational standards to fit the event. As in, “Did you ever know that you’re my hero, and everything I would like to be? I can fly higher than an eagle…and so can these kids with a little help from you kind folks tonight. Who wants to enter a raffle to win a free Kia from Glendale Kia?”

When that particular song started, AK’s coworker Jess said, “That’s my favorite song. We need to leave immediately.” Because the P.A. system was so loud that it drowned out all sarcasm and nuance, AK’s other coworker thought she was serious about being a Bette Midler fan and said, “I’ll stay five more minutes, and then we should go.”

But I have to admit…I kind of do like “Wind Beneath My Wings.” It’s not subtle, but it’s pretty, and it doesn’t seem fair that it has been voted Official Representative of Cultural Cheese, when there are so many more worthy candidates.

Which leads me to my informal poll: What are your pop culture guilty pleasures? What music/movies/TV shows/books/musicals/etc. would you never, ever list on your MySpace page for fear that no one would date you?

And they have to be genuinely loathed by a majority of respectable people, and genuinely loved by you. If you love it ironically, or if any hipster PhD student has written a dissertation on it, it’s out of the running, because you know you would and probably do list it on your MySpace page. Basically, you may not list America’s Next Top Model.

But Hair? Kelly Clarkson’s “Break Away”? Those Lisa Frank Trapper Keepers with the airbrushed pictures of rainbows and puppies? (Ahem, just providing a few hypothetical examples here.) All legit.

Comments

the last noel said…
I admit that I'm a huge Bette Midler fan! Anyone who makes fun of her or her music, I hunt down and kill.
August 11, 2006 at 5:30 PM
Tracy Lynn said…
I'll admit that I watch Maury...about four days a week. He's got the best Who's My Baby's Daddy shows on the market.
August 13, 2006 at 8:37 AM
Anonymous said…
I love reality shows: I never miss Laguna Beach, The Hills, Making the Band, etc. I know they're aimed at people a decade or 2 younger than me, but the drama is so fun to watch.
August 13, 2006 at 3:04 PM
Anonymous said…
Movies that involve the whole team freeze-framed in a high-five at the end.
August 14, 2006 at 3:52 AM
Cheryl said…
You are all my people. High fives, everyone!
August 14, 2006 at 9:33 AM
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