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Death to the Friday song

Posted June 3, 2011 @ 1:36pm | by Anne

I'm pretty certain that there exist some perverse law of attraction that urges us to be unwittingly drawn to "things that are bad," and "things that are definitely Not going to end well."

I don't really know why this is, but if you don't believe me, try going out to eat with your friends and ordering a horrible tasting dish.

At a good restaurant:

But go to a bad restaurant??

 

Yep. 

Anyway, it was this messed up law of attraction that finally led me, after much procrastination, to Google the 'Friday song.' (It wasn't hard to find, I think I got as far as typing the letters 'Fri' into Google and it asked if I was looking for the Friday song).

That, plus I was seriously starting to feel like the Last Person On Earth To Be Included In The Joke, and that's hard for me, I like to think I'm savvier than that.

It had been dubbed the "Worst song ever", which is pretty enticing if you think about it. Our staff had been making fun of it for weeks. Friends of mine, clearly more in the know, were making references to it on Facebook, it was, obviously, all over the web. But the straw that really broke the camel's back though was when I heard the song being mocked on NPR. NPR of all places, the bastion of sensible shoes, turtlenecks and cable knit sweaters. I mean, when people who look like this can make fun of a pop culture that I'm not privy to yet?? embarrassing. 

It had to be done. I pulled it up on Youtube and waited, and then....

And just like that, in 3 minutes and 20 some seconds the damage was done. All 3 minutes and 20 seconds of 14 year olds in braces singing about the chronological order of the days of the week, and some super creepy cameo by a rapper waaaayyyy too old to want to do that sort of thing.

But the problem was that I couldn't get the damn song out of my head. I'd be doing something ordinary like brushing my teeth or making coffee and just like *that* it would sneak up on me like some bad guy in a low budget horror movie, killing off all the expendable girls in bikinis. And I'd be stuck with it, for the entire rest of the day.

But the worst was trying to sleep at night.

 

And....that's been my last two months. Wavering between wanting to jump off the first tall bridge I can find, to wanting to lace The Friday Song singer's backstage Juice boxes  with rat poison.....all so I could feel included in the joke.

And that's the lesson of the story; it is perfectly okay to continue to shelter myself from nauseating pop culture. Things will end much better that way.

 
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