In which it pays off!

One good thing about being an Internet fag hag — and I use the term ‘good’ as it applies to me: your mileage may vary — is that the gay boys tend to let me know what’s happening on the UK pop scene. Which means that even though you can’t even get George Michael‘s newest release through the US iTunes store yet, let alone in brick and mortar stores, I already have it.

Can I get a hell yeah?!

Thank you.

(I love George. He makes great pop. I say this without shame because I also love Miles Davis and I don’t give a shit who knows it.)

In other news, Bread and BoSe are out watching — I shit you not — powderpuff figure 8 bus racing somewhere. I’ve finished my 4th bid of the day, and now I’m gonna make myself a margarita, close the door and the curtains and shamelessly dance my ass off to some Brit pop on repeat. Ciao, babies!

Update: An Easier Affair is now my new current pop obsession. Yum. So bouncy! So poppy! Such an anthem to gayness… as if the gays got the market cornered on feeling disenfranchised. Basically if you take out the first verse, the rest of the song is an anthem for anyone who (a) loves pop/dance, and (b) has ever felt like a freak. Which is pretty much everyone I’ve ever met, with the possible exception of that cheerleader in high school who married the quarterback right after graduation, popped out a bunch of offspring, is now fat and depressed and counts high school as the ‘best years of her life.’ Which is truly the most hideous thing, ever. *shudder* High school! GACK!