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So, last night I was out at Neo and “Girls on Film” came on. And I remembered a story I have featuring this Duran Duran classic.

One evening, I was watching the local news in Los Angeles when a story about mammography came on. The bumper music? That’s right — “Girls on Film.” I think that if I saw this now, I might laugh, but it was really offensive at the time, and I called the TV station to complain. They actually took the music off for the 11 p.m. broadcast.

Girls on Film!

Today, I asked a co-worker about her relatively new beau. She’s extremely in like with him and he recently gave her what she called, “the most beautiful poem in the world.”

Without even thinking, I said, “Have you run that through Google yet to make sure he really wrote it?”

In this case, I’m the asshole. Not even a question.

UPDATE:  The poem is an original. And I’m still an a-hole for suggesting that maybe it wasn’t.

(Oh, yes, I do realize that the title of this post is a Pavement album. And while I don’t enjoy Mr. Malkmus and his band, I will steal his title. Thanks, indie rock kids.)

So, I just got back from dancing for hours and hours. It was divine. And it’s Monday. There’s no work tomorrow and the day stretches long before me, full of possibility and hummus. Which I’m eating now. It was just insanely fun to go find some fun dance music, come home and listen to Belle and Sebastian, and then plan what kind of fruit pie I’m baking tomorrow. All with a cat doing a fun little galette around my legs.

How can any girl ask for more?