Hello Again...

Excuses: My life got a little out of control during the last two weeks. Some aspects of my normal routine, including the Blog and sleep, were exiled to the back burner... my apologies to those of you who, as a result, became depressed and found it hard to get up in the morning.

Along those lines, today's post will be a tribute to another young woman whose life has gotten out of control of late... Pop Princess Ms. B. Spears.

I have a confession to make. I own every one of Brit Brit's albums. Sickeningly poppy pop music is my ultimate guilty pleasure. You may make fun of me... I am used to it. The Boy says that I have no musical taste. I don't really know what that means... clearly I have taste (I like certain things and not others) but my taste simply does not mesh with the Boy's taste. I think this might qualify him as a music snob. Who died and made him the definer of good music taste?

I try not to let my affinity for Britney's music pour over into a strange obsession with her personal problems, but even if one avoids the E! News Channel, it is hard to miss the drama! For instance, I went to D.C. last weekend and after successfully navigating the Metro (all by myself), I attempted to cross the street to get to the Starbucks (another guilty pleasure!). Half way across the street, I noticed a news ticker running across the side of the building in front of me. It said something along the lines of, "Insane Pop Star regains limited visitation with Baby Federlines." This struck my attention to such a degree that I stopped dead in the middle of the crosswalk to read it. I realized that this wasn't really the best idea a few seconds later when I was almost mowed over by a taxi. [Note to self... practice walking and reading]. Luckily, the "yellow ones" do stop, albeit late and with funny screeeeech noises.

In my defense, I am trying to branch out beyond Britney pop.... the Boy gave me Dance Dance Revolution for Christmas which has really helped to broaden my pop music horizons. The game is seriously fun, even for those who, unlike me, have highly refined musical tastes! If they made a DDR full of Britney songs, I would run out and buy it. This makes me think that I might have a problem.