Weekend Update:
Huge Fight
Kathleen and I just had a huge fight. She believes — if “belief” can be attached to a reed so slender that reason cannot support it — that The Angels’ hit tune, “My Boyfriend’s Back,” from August, 1963 — is sung by an innocent childess who has been pestered all summer by a teenage molester in whom she takes no interest. How can Kathleen possibly not see that the singer is a minx who has had her fun with some shortsighted twerp whom she is now dumping à la royale? How is it possible that Kathleen thinks that the singer is innocent, when she is obviously the worst sort of demimondaine?
Kathleen said that I ought to take a poll at The Daily Blague, so here it is — not that anyone’s going to mind. Whose side are you on, when you hear “My Boyfriend’s Back?”
(Electrolysists needn’t reply.)
It’s dreary work, being married to twerps.
Next up: a song as to the sublimity of which Kathleen and I are in complete accord: “Easier Said Than Done.”
Simple. Kathleen’s.
I’m with Kathleen on this, too.
I think it’s a down the middle split; a presumptuous, pesky twerp annoying a mean girl who knows that revenge, in the form of an inferred Cro-Magnum boyfriend of the leather jacket persuasion, is nigh. The tragic figure in this affair is the comical and long-suffering Mr. Hood, who must constantly defend his turf and honor from would-be usurpers and also put up with the ramifications of the bored manipulations of his trophy girl. I was raised in NYC…