When I was 6
my parents took me and the other lil fooks to our first concert--The Carpenters!
None of us knew Karen played the drums. How kewl was she?
What a voice, what a shame.
None of us knew Karen played the drums. How kewl was she?
What a voice, what a shame.
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It is a shame, and very bittersweet as well.
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PBJ? why not a Fluffernutter?
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So was Cass Elliott. 2 brilliantly talented women whose talent was cruelly eclipsed by oppressive societal expectations about body image. I feel a bond.
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Well I suspect--and hope--you're working over and through such things. You strike me as a tough biscuit
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I mostly have the bad body fever beat, but there are still days. I deliberately took that on in myself when I became the Ma of the wee diva. Girls learn body image from their moms, and I always want her to feel good in her skin. I musta done OK so far because she unabashedly loves her body and appearance.
"I don't know what to wear-I look so good in everything"
One time my less that enlightened grandmother made a comment about her having a round tummy. (Kinda silly since she is a tall leggy amazon, but all little kids are a little round in the middle.) Regardless, Molly lifted her shirt, patted her tummy and said "yeah, pretty great, isn't it?"
What a kid-I'm sure crooning Carpenters in her infant ear helped.
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Oh, that voice.