I find myself a tiny bit distraught. I'm a girl who prefers complaint rock, indie/progressive, and rock n' roll. I tend to stray from your typical poppy poo because to me it is unimaginative and all the fricking same. Not to say that I didn't own the poppy album or two for those "wild hair up your ass" days, because I did, but the older I have gotten, the more I actually pay attention to the words and they all get kind a boring. This is where my distress begins. The other afternoon Mark and I were in the car and (gasp) Come Back BRITTANY came on the air with her "Womanizer" song. Mark had to get on the phone so he turned it down. When that volume button went down, you would have thought I was a two year-old who just got their favorite toy ripped out of their hands. I was shocked at my reaction, but for some reason I just can't help myself when I hear the song. Maybe I'm just happy to hear that she's coming back strong after all the crap she's put herself through. Then again, I have this feeling that there is this hidden part of me that just really . . . well, kinda likes it.
Last night Nashville got it's first snow of the season! A whopping inch and lots of black ice. As I was driving home, at the blazing speed of 35 and not being able to see a damn thing in front of me, Brittany came on. I knew then that I would make it home safe. I'm in the middle of all of this crud, I hear the song and can't help but throw every care out the window so I can bust a wicked move in the drivers seat. I guess this means that I am only human. Even picky artsy fartsy, indie loving rock girls like me have a soft spot in their heart for little Miss Brittany. I can't get enough of the song.
The video is a bit dirtay, PG-13 almost R-ish, but here you go anyway.
Womanizer
Boy don't try to front ah ah, know just just what you are . . .
Last night Nashville got it's first snow of the season! A whopping inch and lots of black ice. As I was driving home, at the blazing speed of 35 and not being able to see a damn thing in front of me, Brittany came on. I knew then that I would make it home safe. I'm in the middle of all of this crud, I hear the song and can't help but throw every care out the window so I can bust a wicked move in the drivers seat. I guess this means that I am only human. Even picky artsy fartsy, indie loving rock girls like me have a soft spot in their heart for little Miss Brittany. I can't get enough of the song.
The video is a bit dirtay, PG-13 almost R-ish, but here you go anyway.
Womanizer
Boy don't try to front ah ah, know just just what you are . . .
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It's so funny to read that. I am a music snob of sorts. One who believes that nowadays music sucks, for the most part. I don't like lots of the pop tart crap.
ReplyDeleteBut last year I did a post about finally admitting to digging Britney's latest (at that time) cd.
http://brucedierbeck.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-heartfelt-apologies.html
So don't feel alone!
For a guy, admitting that you like Brittany is like wearing pink. You must be very secure in your manhood. Congratulations on exiting from the Pop-Tart Cotton Candy Closet.
ReplyDeleteI'm not gonna lie, I thought about judging you there for a minute ;) But I won't, because I was the biggest *NSYNC freak you've ever met (2 concerts at 15 & 16) and still to this day squeal like a teenybopper when Justin Timberlake comes on SNL..or anything else for that matter. Luckily, the boyfriend's learned to live with it and mock me only a little since he agrees JT's hilarious.
ReplyDeleteOh, and middle initial's L. Technically, it's ELC, but since I go by Liz, and not Elizabeth, that's how I roll :)
Alas...another thing we have in common. This song makes me all bubbly inside. I am a closeted fan, yet when that song hits the airwaves, I just can't stop myself from singing at the top of my lungs, tossing my hair in Britney fashion, and yes, turning the rear view mirror to face me so I can make my own mini-music video. Also...I am not sure if my husband like Britney like I do...but he does wear pink. Good to know he is secure in his manhood. :)
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