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wrong, damn it. just Wrong.
Jun. 21st, 2005 05:05 amWrong is being awake at this hour despite actually having been asleep up until the moment the alarm went off. But that's my own damn fault.
What is a Wrong that was inflicted upon me is the remake of "These Boots Are Made for Walking" by Jessica Simpson (from the forthcoming Dukes of Hazzard movie, which is an eyeroll for another time)
I caught this purely by accident, as punishment for having the tv on while I was working. That'll teach me. Maybe. Because, okay, Nancy Sinatra's version? Brash and unapologetic, and while slightly kittenish, still a kitten showing her claws. Specifically, the fact that she's not going to take her man's wandering ways any longer.
"You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet."
This? Is all about Jessica's booty and how many ways she can shake it. You can't even understand the lyrics, because she can't be bothered to enunciate -- being too busy washing the General Lee (the car, for those of you who missed that particular bit of tv-arcana) in her itty bitty string bikini and soap suds. And dancing on top of the bar in front of leering cowboys, wearing a cut-off shirt that barely covers her ribcage.
Nice eye candy for them as like that, I'm sure. But not my "Boots," not by a long shot. And, damn it, that song was always a slightly guilty feminist pleasure of mine, and this stupit b*nt has potentially ruined it for me.
What is a Wrong that was inflicted upon me is the remake of "These Boots Are Made for Walking" by Jessica Simpson (from the forthcoming Dukes of Hazzard movie, which is an eyeroll for another time)
I caught this purely by accident, as punishment for having the tv on while I was working. That'll teach me. Maybe. Because, okay, Nancy Sinatra's version? Brash and unapologetic, and while slightly kittenish, still a kitten showing her claws. Specifically, the fact that she's not going to take her man's wandering ways any longer.
"You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin'
and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet.
You keep samin' when you oughta be changin'.
Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet."
This? Is all about Jessica's booty and how many ways she can shake it. You can't even understand the lyrics, because she can't be bothered to enunciate -- being too busy washing the General Lee (the car, for those of you who missed that particular bit of tv-arcana) in her itty bitty string bikini and soap suds. And dancing on top of the bar in front of leering cowboys, wearing a cut-off shirt that barely covers her ribcage.
Nice eye candy for them as like that, I'm sure. But not my "Boots," not by a long shot. And, damn it, that song was always a slightly guilty feminist pleasure of mine, and this stupit b*nt has potentially ruined it for me.
