I reach my boy band limit this week with the supposedly bootlegged release of the new One Direction single, which I thought was fun the first 15 times the 14-year-old played it, but then starts to sound a lot like all the other One Direction songs the next 35 times, and finally, after about 100 plays, really begins to get on my nerves.
I declare a moratorium, which she violates repeatedly.
"I am finished," I say to her. "I will not listen to anything else by this band until they start covering Tori Amos."
She sends me this by e-mail:
She got you there - presidential bazinga!
Posted by: Kana | September 24, 2012 at 11:21 AM
I know. I had to watch it. Then I had to sing it. She is undefeated at this kind of thing.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | September 24, 2012 at 02:31 PM
Buy the girl some earbuds.
Posted by: Jess | September 26, 2012 at 03:27 AM
She is committed to sharing.
SK
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | September 26, 2012 at 09:02 AM