Wednesday, February 18th

Dear Poor Lucky Me,
Help! I’m in big trouble. For the past two weeks, I’ve had the Crash Test Dummies song “Mmm Mmm Mmmm Mmmm” stuck in my head! The song is enigmatic both in its meaning and it’s success, as far as I’m concerned.

Would you please enlighten us with your interpretation of the lyrics and the song’s commercial popularity in it’s hey day. Or is it hay day? Please answer that as well.

Yours Truly,
Anything’s Better Than That Suzanne Vega Song

Dear Anything’s Better,
That song has stood the test of time in it’s amazing ability to get stuck in your heads for months, even years. I don’t even know if its a good song, or just embedded with satanic chants that your brain can pick up on but are not audible to the human ear. When I played it for my dog last night she whimpered and hid under the bed. And she’s Pentecostal so you know she can pick up on devil chants. So that probably explains the song’s commercial success. Satan’s influence explains a lot of curious success stories (examples: Bill O’Reilly, Ryan Seacrest, Ann Coulture, Jim Belushi)

Now, let’s take a moment to read the song’s lyrics together and draw out some meaning:

Once there was this kid who
Got into an accident and couldn’t come to school
But when he finally came back
His hair had turned from black into bright white
He said that it was from when
The cars had smashed so hard

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

Once there was this girl who
Wouldn’t go and change with the girls in the change room
But when they finally made her
They saw birthmarks all over her body
She couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just been there

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

But both girl and boy were glad
‘Cause one kid had it worse than that

‘Cause then there was this boy whose
Parents made him come directly home right after school
And when they went to their church
They shook and lurched all over the church floor
He couldn’t quite explain it
They’d always just gone there

Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm
Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm

So it’s a song about a few social outcasts. It’s like Radio Head, but doesn’t make you want to bury yourself in a hole in your backyard out of hopelessness and depression. Also, interesting that the kid who’s got it worst is the kid who has to go to the weirdo church. I mean he can eventually just rebel and stop going, those other kids have white hair and birthmarks all over their bodies for life. All three kids make me want to say “boofuckinhoo, at least you don’t live on a garbage dump in Micronesia…mmm mmm mmmm mmmm”.

It’s heyday, and the internet said it’s probably a variation of “heyda”; an exclamation of pleasure. Which, I will now incorporate into my daily speech.

Sincerely,
Poor Lucky Me

Tuesday, February 17th

Dear Poor Lucky Me,
Is it wrong to take a figure drawing class just so I can see the naked models? I haven’t seen anyone naked in a while, and I think this could help while I figure out a long term plan.

Signed,
I Do Really Like Drawing, And Nudity

Dear I.D.R.L.D.A.N.,
I think you have found a wonderfully creative solution to your problem! Some people would just stumble into strip clubs or buy nudey mags, but you are going to better yourself while satisfying your urge to see unclothed people.

A figure drawing class would be great for several reasons: 1) It will stimulate your creative side, and keep your brain active. 2) It may offer you an opportunity to meet new people. One of these people (a classmate, not the models) may end up getting naked for you, possibly in a romantic setting. You already know that you share some things in common with your classmates- an interest in drawing and naked curiosity. Plus, you’re less likely to be stuck with a bunch of prudes or uptight types. 3) You are guaranteed to see a naked person or persons. Now, I must warn you; these people might not be “traditionally” good looking. Sometimes art teachers torture the uninitiated by hiring fatties, oldies, or freaky people to model for their classes. Personally, I don’t care. I think that humans are cool looking in all forms. The pretty, fit ones are nice, but I like variations too.

Once I took an adult swimming class. I had just moved to a new neighborhood and wanted to see a different side of the people that lived there. I already was a decent swimmer, and was in awe of the pool packed with flailing, panicked adults. One guy even had floaties on, which had no hope of lending any buoyancy to his six foot frame. His feet touched the bottom of the pool, but he said that the floaties just made him feel safer. I felt safer by having a few gulps of vodka on the bus on the way to the class. I guess everyone has their own thing, huh?

The class was a big hit- I made a few friends, became a better swimmer, and overcame my paralyzing fear of the flesh-eating virus colonizing in public pools. You should definitely sign up for your art class, but I think we’d all like to know: what are some aspects of your long term plan?

Sincerely,
Poor Lucky Me

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