Brains is weird

[jhetley]

I have no idea why I came up with Cher as mental music for this morning's bike ride.  "Born in the wagon of a traveling show, Momma used to dance for the money they'd throw . . ."

The Sunday ride, it was Johnny Horton and "Sink the Bismarck".

Stupid.  Why am I wasting brain-space on forty or fifty year old pop music?  The lyrics and music are all still in there . . .

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[98.livejournal.com]

The space I want back is the storage for all those stupid commercial jingles and sitcom theme songs for shows I never even liked.

[allaboutm-e.livejournal.com]

Yeah -- this is like the dinner conversation the other night wherein I was astonished to discover how many guest villains and the actors who played them I remember from the 1960's Batman, starring Adam West...

But hey, what else are we gonna use those brain cells for? :)

[starcat-jewel.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, Cher. I remember hearing that song as a teenager, and understanding that what it was really describing was the way in which, as long as women were seen as commodities, the system was rigged to continue producing an unending supply of women who would have few options besides becoming commodities.

Not that I phrased it that way at age 14 or so; articulation had to wait until I read MZB's short story "There Is Always An Alternative," which addressed the same issue much more directly, and the addition of the term "commodities" derives from recent feminist dialogue. But the message was clear as a bell even to my 14-year-old self.