I'm old, and anything past 10pm is past my bedtime. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
So, I've been up working on an article for Jesus Manifesto on women, blogging and ministry. I have a lot to say on the subject. As soon as I started working on it a day or so ago, I realized it also fit in with the thoughts I had been gathering on our Pentecost theme. Thanks to the ways all of these themes are connecting in my head, I have about sixish pages of notes I have to whittle down to a 1,000 word coherent essay.
I have abandoned all hope of completing it this evening, leaving it for a Friday night project (yes friends, my dating life is hot!).
I'm going to bed.
I'm going to bed, because I realized it was way past time to go to bed.
I realized it was way past time to go to bed, because I was starting to feel like a complete sham.
Here I am, writing about womanhood and revelation and inspiration, and all of the sudden I find myself singing along with quite possibly the scariest song since Every Breath You Take.
Here, all these years, I've been blaming Madonna for all of my distorted relationship issues, but it turns out I've been holding the wrong childhood idol responsible.
Just listen to the intro to Debbie Gibson's Staying Together:
You can't go boy.
We've been over it a hundred times, but this ones different.
This time, I'm not asking you what you think, I'm telling you.
We're staying together, whether you like it or not...
Yes, I realize, just the fact that I was listening to Debbie Gibson at all is sad.
That her music provided background noise to my feminine manifesto is down right pathetic.
I am deeply, deeply sorry.
But its in my iTunes... and it comes up in the shuffle... and... darn it... she's like comfort food for me!
(for the confessional record, I was also listening to Skid Row...)
Tomorrow night, I promise: Ani, Fiona, Edie, Gillian, Nanci, Norah, Courtney...
5 comments:
What's wrong with "every breath you take"???!!!! I OWN that album.... i'll be *watching* you Kim.... ;-)
30-Somethings that that talk about being old really piss me off.
the cap'n (40-Something)
hee-hee... ok, well I start to feel old past 10ish...
Kimberly -
when you start to feel this way late at night, you really should just go to bed. I think you'll find that as real as it may seem, it is only in your dreams...
(sorry, that's the best I could come up with... ;-) )
I think Out of the Blue rocks. I'm not ashamed to say it. and I'm a straight, 37-year-old man (in fact, Debbie is exactly 1 day older than me, and I luvs me them older women...) Of course, growing up in the 80's left me absolutely no sense of musical artistic discernment. yay hair metal...
Wow. I actually started reading that as a normal comment, and then... wait a minute...
so corny it was fabulous.
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