While listening to an AM station today, I reached over quickly, poised to turn the volume down. For a moment, I thought the bumper music was Toni Basil's "Mickey." It wasn't; it was a song with a similar beat.
I breathed a sigh of relief and listened to the station for a few more minutes. Then, I thought, "Would it have been the end of the world if it had been 'Mickey?' Just because it's a song I wouldn't seek out, couldn't I have toughed it out for 15 or 20 seconds? Besides, no one except my cat, Collette, can hear what I'm listening to--and she's going to bite my feet, regardless of what song is playing."
There's such a thing as being too elitist.
