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.