Today’s Track : The Ronnettes – Be My Baby

Anyone remember the old Speedy Gonzalez cartoons with the little Mexican mouse who could run like the wind? What I never got was how he could run so fast and still keep on his giant sombrero. Now assuming he had a chin strap that kept it on, I would figure that a hat like that would also cause some serious drag issues. I bet if he took off the hat he could probably shave a good few hundreds of a second off his 100 yard dash. Throw in a skin tight body suit and we might be talking about Olympic gold here! Arriba!! Arriba!!
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Joel, hide me in your humiliation!

So there’s this thing called childhood humiliation that people tend to forget about or at least bury deep within their subconscious. Things like your mom walking into your room while you’re watching porn and taming your shrew. After watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind I asked Sonia about some of her most humiliating and embarrassing childhood moments. To my surprise she had a pretty lengthy list of moments compared with my list (I bet it’d be pretty humiliating if I repeated those moments here). I started to wonder if I really had somehow forgotten or hidden some of these memories in my subconscious.

I can only remember two incidences. The first incident was when I was about 5 or 6 and I was a notorious bed-wetter. I think I was sleeping over at my relatives’ house and I left a nice and big yellow stain on their guest bed. The second incident was when I was about 8 or 9 and my parents found porn underneath my bed. I know I was quite young to be in possession of porn but in my defense I don’t think naked women aroused me so much as intrigued me at that time. I don’t even remember where I got it from.

I’ve tried to recall more of these types of moments and I get nothing. Could it be possible that I’ve lived my entire life almost humiliation free or am I in serious denial?
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For people who may accuse me of liking alternative music because I’m going through some sort of rebellion or non-conforming period of my life -- I’ve been non-conforming since childhood when I was putting square blocks in round holes; liking girls when all the other boys said girls were "yucky"; and running with scissors like it was going out of style.