You Wanna Be My Friend on Facebook
For those of you who knew of my recent participation in a tedious tryout befitting a you-tubing, twittering, triple-caffeinated facebooker with the prowess, panache and posse of a show- stopping standout on American Idol that left me feeling vaguely disenchanted, ethically tainted, and socially ostracized, a tiny smidgen of unbridled joy from an old flame who compassionately and sensitively (why so late?) understood my angst and rants perfectly.
Sending along this video, he remarked with characteristic affection that it reminded him of me. I responded back that it could be the outfit (that black-bowed hairpiece would have been part of my sartorial splendor in days past) or the not-so-subtle outrage harmoniously cooed by a peroxided sister, but, yes, there were undeniable traces of similitude. (Disclosure: I can’t hold a tune or a candle to her thrilling audacity).
I apologize in advance to those who might find Kate Miller-Heidke’s lyrics the least bit offensive, but it’s so wonderfully fitting and charmingly rendered (or at least what passes for charm in these graciously bereft times), I hope you’ll appreciate it as much as I.
~ by eaesthete on 07/24/09.