Why I Now Let My Geek Flag Fly
At the gym today, I felt like I had taken a plunge into a giant bottle of molasses as I struggled to pull my haggard self onto an elliptical machine. Every part of my body was drooping, especially my eyelids (thanks to the 4 a.m. tinkle break initiated by my daughter earlier). Once I gradually began to emerge from my mental fog, I became aware of the auditory assault that was taking place. The cacophony misrepresenting itself as actual music was Zayn’s painfully falsetto “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever.”
Being that this excrement had overplayed itself into my subconscious just a few nights prior, I rushed to throw on my earphones. I was desperate to turn the day around and just maybe sneak in some decent cardio. So what did I choose to put a little pep in my step? One Direction’s “You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful.”
Are 42-year-old women allowed to listen to teenybopper music? Hey, as far as I know, this 6 year old song is considered an oldie by the teen set. Still, I challenge you to listen to that song and not shimmy around.
Strangely, certain boy bands have only appealed to me long after I could be classified as a teenybopper myself. I was a little too young to get into Menudo and the high school me felt too grown-up to fawn over New Kids on the Block. Boyz 2 Men was a big deal but I didn’t lose my mind over them.
It was only after I crossed into my 20s that I was taken aback by the catchiness of the group Hanson’s breakout hit. I “MMMbop”ped my way driving into my first Big Girl Post-College Job, turning down the volume surreptitiously as soon as I drove into the parking lot. After all, professionals don’t listen to teenybopper songs. Or do they?
In my last paying job, I kept a radio at my desk. Working in CubeLand, we were all within spitting distance of each other and I discovered so much about my co-workers simply through conversations about songs. My male partner (name withheld to protect his rep) admitted that he loved Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.” (You know, the one about Romeo and Juliet.) Another co-worker knew every word to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch’s Good Vibrations. And just about every gal I know around my age knows the words to “Ice Ice Baby” by heart.
All my life I’ve appreciated music which others might find a bit peculiar. For example, my mom and dad are too cool to listen to Barry Manilow tunes. I’m sure they snickered upon hearing that their younger daughter actually PAID to go to his concert. Instead they opt for Neil Diamond, who may be the one singer who has ridden the Coolness Roller Coaster up and down and every which way. Is he at his pinnacle of coolness now? Well, people of just about any generation living and breathing today can rattle off lyrics to Sweet Caroline. He’s also about to kick off his 50th anniversary international tour. Pretty dadgum cool. (I’m a fan too, by the way.)
I’ve just realized that I am finally at the stage in my life at which I can embrace my quirkiness with no apologies. Heck, even better, I can celebrate my weirdness! It’s a funny thing how many folks creep out of the woodwork once they discover that I am a proud MC Hammer enthusiast.
So for all you closeted Spice Girls fans, I’ll tell ya what I want (what I really, really want)….
Roll those car windows down, turn up the tunes and wear your geekiness proudly!!! I promise you are in good company.
Ok, let’s have it. What are some of your secret favorite songs? Don’t worry, you’re in the Judgment Free Zone!