June 23, 2004
A Sad Confession
My daughters are 11 and 16, and, by all rights, hip within their social spheres. I must tell you, though: they are in accord with the fact that Grease is the greatest movie of all time, Copacabana is the greatest song of all time, and Three's Company is the greatest sitcom of all time. I must also add that they know ALL the words to Copacabana and the Three's Company theme, as well as every song in Grease.
Where did I go wrong? Or did I go wrong? I whispered the lyrics to Sandinista to these chirren when they were pups, ingrained in them worship of the Fab Four. Bought them Ramones t-shirts as toddlers, so I wouldn't look the fool at the grocery store. Tie-died them with Garcia mugshots.
Tis a cruel world. They care about Lola, and showgirls, and other unearthly dementia, despite my best efforts. I blame their mother.