Tuesday, March 5, 2013

a little tragedy

There were a lot of good things about the past weekend, which I intend to write about.  Having these good things was nice, and much-needed, because frankly, February was a rough month around here.

But there was one tragic, disappointing thing that happened over the past weekend, and it deserves, needs, demands to be mentioned.

There I was, browsing through a store in Boston, happily holding with pride to my claim to fame that I must, surely, be the last and only person in the world to have never, not even once, listened to the song 'Gangnam Style.'  This was a good thing.  I liked it this way.  I was actually rather pleased about it.  My avoidance of the song represented such a departure from cultural norms -- not to mention such good taste -- that it deserved to be spoken of in run-on sentences and with more than a few superlatives.


And then the song began to play over the store speakers.

I knew it was 'Gangnam Style,' because amidst indiscernible lyrics and unremarkable music, I heard those words pop through.  "Gangnam Style!"

I can no longer say that I've managed to avoid hearing the song.

I told you it was tragic.

That is all.

1 comment:

  1. I haven't heard/watched it! I am so glad you told your tragic story - it will remind the rest of us to be vigilant in public.