I had a very music-snob moment yesterday. Not that I consider myself a music snob, or even want to. Because I like listening to Taylor Swift as much as (maybe more than) the next person, and I turn up the radio whenever Gwen Stefani gets played, and I think Kelly Clarkson’s new CD is a lyrical masterpiece, and I sing along to Nickelback. And if I entered the world of music-snobdom then I’d probably have to give all that up, or at least not tell anyone I like it—which I just did, so I guess that option’s out. Anyways, what I was going to say about yesterday is that I was in the mall, and I popped into Bath and Body Works because they were having a sale, and this song, “Right Moves” by Josh Ritter, came on. This probably wouldn’t have been a big deal, except I just bought his CD the other day, and I’ve been feeling rather smug that I discovered this amazing folk artist that most people don’t have a clue about. Most people who shop in Bath and Body Works probably don’t, anyway. So I hummed along under my breath as I bought my $1 bottle of soap and felt immensely good about myself. Until I walked out of the store and noticed that I was, in fact, the only person within a five-mile radius who had come shopping without my mom, or my boyfriend, or my sixteen closest girlfriends. I rather enjoy shopping by myself, actually, so it wasn’t a big deal, but it didn’t stop me from realizing that everyone who passed me was probably thinking, “oh that poor girl—she should really get some friends.” I have plenty of friends, thank you very much, I felt like retorting to them; I just don’t feel the need to bring them along to help me shop for my $300 boots like you did. And I listen to better music than you. Take that.
Oh, and here's the song, in the case that your music collection is inferior to mine.
(That was a joke.)
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