Okay, so I was listening to the “Wrong Song” mix on the Russ Parr show this morning – if you’re not familiar – they play a mix of songs from back in the day for 30 minutes every Friday morning (7-7:30 here). Now, I’m a faithful listener of the Tom Joyner morning show, but on Fridays, I tune in to Russ and the crew and reminisce. So anyhoo after 30 minutes of jams from everyone from Sir Mix-a-Lot to X Clan to ZZ Top I now feel the need to wax poetic about back in the day.
You remember back in the day don’t you? That’s when you were grown enough to be out from under your parents grasp (slightly anyway) but not so grown that you had conversations about mortgages, whether or not generic diapers are any good, and whatever the latest hack holding this nation’s highest office is up to. Remember? Huh? Do ya? Do ya?
Well, I do. So today, I’m going to reflect and play a little “remember when”. Please feel free to share any of your fond remembrances in the comments section. Have a wonderful weekend. Peace and blessings to you and yours.
Nerd Girl remembers when . . .
- The nastiest song I‘d ever heard was “Tonight” by Ready for the World
- We were scared to lick a postage stamp ’cause we just knew it was laced with PCP
- Jumping double dutch and singing the McDonald’s commercial was the %#@*
- “Bad” celebrity behavior was Zsa Zaa Gabor pimp slapping a cop in Beverly Hills
- The Cosby Show and A Different World ruled the airwaves on Thursday nights (mine anyway)
- ET phoned home
- You and your posse could all roll to the drive-in movie for like $1
- My mother told me if I ever said “like” again, she would physically assault me
- I cut my hair into a Salt ‘n Pepa mushroom style (not a smooth move on my part)
- The ONLY thing I wanted in life was a pair of ankle-zip, stone-washed GUESS jeans (I got those bad boys too!)
- I realized Richard Simmons wasn’t quite right
- We mixed Kool Aid and sugar to avoid buying “expensive” packs of Lik-M-Aid
- The jazziest outfit I had consisted of suede walking shorts, a coordinating print blouse AND tights
- Everybody thought Michael Jackson would surely win the Prince v. Michael “battle”
- (and yes, I know I shouldn’t admit this) I really wanted to be Molly Ringwald
- Rodney King got beat
- The Soviet Union just went away
- I watched Silence of the Lambs and being scared to sleep afterward
- Being able to do the latest dances didn’t require a PhD in strip club-ology
- Dope, fresh, word, dude, yo, bagging, and the bomb were words I used EVERY DAY
- Freaks only came out at night
What do you reminisce over?
Okay, so the mayor of the great urban city that is Jackson, MS has been pulling over busloads of children and hugging them because he’s had “a rough two weeks.”
Do what? I am so offended by the notion of a grown-a man pulling over (courtesy of his ever-present police escort) school buses full of children to hug them. Call me jaded, call me suspicious, call me Nerd Girl, but no grown man (person – I’m not sexist) has any business hugging the children of strangers. If my Lovegirl was ever on a bus and I found out that this happened . . . But the strange thing is that a lot of people are supporting this dude. I’ve heard lots of comments about how the children (mostly poor, inner-city, and black) need love. Well excuse me, but because a parent cannot provide financially the way you deem fit Mr. Mayor does not mean that they don’t love their children or hug them on the regular. If my husband/brother/uncle started hugging busloads full of children, hugging his students, hugging random children on the street, he’d be up under somebody’s jail. Just because one is the mayor, one does not get to touch children ’cause one has had a rough time of it.
I do confess that at times (okay, often) I go off on rants and raves and am totally, completely, utterly wrong. Am I wrong this time? Would you like your child/niece/nephew/neighbor/fill-in-the-blank receiving hugs from a random – although recognizable – stranger? Hmm? Would ya?
*Big ups to Ali Greggs from the Jackson Free Press for her blog on this subject and the t-shirt picture.*
P.S. Disregard the whole “t-shirt picture” thing. I can’t get the pic to upload. Darn blogger. Perhaps I’ll try again tomorrow.
*Whoo – hoo! The t-shirt pic finally loaded.
Correction - first things first. I apologize. I lied. In my last post, I said that I wasn’t a true nerd. I am. Proof: I walked around for a week with broken, one-armed glasses on because I simply cannot see without them. The week actually started out well – the one present arm was strategically placed between my braids, and unless I pointed it out, no one could tell that one arm was missing. Then – the weight of having to balance glasses on my wide face got to the one good arm, and the glasses just started slipping and sliding around on my face – by week’s end I was walking around, pushing my plastic framed “sexy librarian” glasses up on my nose constantly. Nerd.
Further proof: I got new plastic framed “sexy librarian” glasses. Or so I thought. My husband said I look like Malcolm X. Damn.
Question - is anybody familiar with the D.C. area? I’ve got a conference coming up in July and would like some tips on where to go/what to do/etc. I’ve been to D.C. before, and I usually end up just strolling around near the hotel – Embassy Row. Keep in mind I’ll have a kid and husband in tow, so bars/adult fun are out, but anything beyond the usual – Smithsonians, zoo – that I should know about or check out?? Thanks in advance for any light you can shed.
Comment - How embarassed am I that I can’t remember what I wanted to comment about? Oh well.
Peace and blessings to all!