But I hope to be finished by this afternoon, and in due time will describe every painful stroke of my 5,000-meter virtual row last night, at the end of which I told the instructor, who had been helpfully coaching from somewhere behind me — outside of smacking range, you see — that I finally understood why, at the end of rowing contests, the coxswain is traditionally thrown into the water.
In the meantime, though, I highly recommend this WashPost story on “mom pop,” the growing musical genre of music by mothers, for mothers. It seems I’ve waited the last eight years to hear a song I understood this well:
My needs are simply simple
I just wanna read the paper
I just wanna talk on the phone
I just wanna take a shower
And I only want to pee alone
That’s “Pee Alone,” by the Housewives on Prozac. Genius, I tell you.. Pure genius.
deb said on April 27, 2005 at 2:59 pm
if you like that one, you’d love “clean your room,” by a garage band of soccer moms who call themselves “frump.”
can’t find the lyrics online, but i heard the tune on the radio during my walk one morning and damn near peed my pants. we mothers need more songs with lyrics like “i’m not the maid.”
also, a thought on coxswains: best photo caption ever, under a picture of a rowing crew on a chilly day, with one rower standing and facing away from the camera: “cold coxswain in the wind.” thank you, mark brunswick.
Nance said on April 27, 2005 at 5:51 pm
That Mark Brunswick. Such a clever boy. I still remember when I was newly graduated from college and still living at home. I came home one night and my mom said, “Mark called from Montana.” He was interning with the AP in Helena.
She went on, “He said he’ll be working late, so go ahead and call when you get home. He said you have to go to school for 20 years before they put you on the day shift.”
You may have to let this one marinate for a while, but there’s a joke in it. It hit me halfway up the stairs.
That “Pee Alone” song really tickled me. It brought it all back — how having a little kid in the house strips you of all modesty from the word go. You start off hanging your boobs out in public to nurse them and eventually get to the point where you can’t even be alone in the GODDAMN BATHROOM. It’s getting better now, but not by much. Kate still drops in whenever she needs to ask me something really important, like what we’re having for dinner.
alex said on April 27, 2005 at 7:30 pm
Dunno why this came to mind. Free association, I guess. A Kenny Rogers duet (with, I believe, Kim Carnes.)
“I don’t like to pee alone. No one does. Do you?”