By The Might Of Zeus' Beard, What Are You Listening To Child?

Everybody, I have come to find, has a secret shame. More often than not, in fact, it isn't just one secret shame that they are harbouring, but indeed quite the number. Today I've decided to talk to you about one of my favourite shames - although I suppose it's really not so secret, and really it does seem to be shared by so many people (some of whom, for reasons that are completely unknown to me, try to hide it substantially more vehemently than others...)

Before I divulge the full topic of today's blog, however, I wanted to share with you an idea that I had whilst driving back from Inverell with my brother after Christmas last year. If anybody has driven basically anywhere inside Australia in the past year-and-a-bit, then they would have seen the "Jesus - All About Life" posters that the Christian folks have been putting up about the place in (what I assume) is an attempt to subconsciously get drivers (who would only see the signs out of the corner of their eye) to acknowledge Jesus.

Nice try, guys. You get a 7 on the sneakiness scale for that one (I adjusted for general experience with stealth, and usual levels of overtness, and so forth).

My plan, on the other hand, is somewhat more overt. What I am, one day, going to do is make up a sign that copies that "Jesus" sings in every detail - except I am going to introduce a slight rewording on their theme. Instead of "Jesus - All About Life" on my posters, what I intend on having displayed about the place is a series of signs espousing something along the lines of "Zues, All About Getting Busy With Mortals". I mean, if we're going to have these signs for one deity, then we may as well make them for a series of them. If you can come up with any for any other gods, then please feel free to leave a comment ^_^.

Anyway, onto what I initially intended this blog to be about - cheesy pop music. That's right, happy bubblegum pop that, somehow, no matter what kind of mood you are in, convinces some part of your brain to just bounce up and down, and boogie on around. I'm talking about songs like Stacie's Mom, Doctor Jones, and Do It With Madonna. Songs that, whilst the majority of the asinine the lyrical content in the world is located within, you put on loudly when no-one else is home and jive around in your underpants.

Looking at my iPod, I can tell you that those three songs mentioned above (along with a couple more like Can't Fight The Moonlight, and so forth) are definitely in my most played - the walk to work goes much faster when I'm in my cheese-zone. Of course, this kind of music isn't just limited to songs from the late 1990s or early 2000s, oh no no no. My dad, I know for a fact, is not only an enourmous ABBA fan, but he's also quite the fannalow (which is, I believe, the scientific term for a Barry Mannilow fan...)

Regardless of when the songs originate from, however, the point remains the same - everybody secretly enjoys them, but nobody is really willing to admit it. Well, I say that enough is enough, it's time to cast off the shackles of socially appropriate music and wave our dayglo banners proudly in the air. Nuts and Nerts to all those who would make us listen differently. Let's organise a street party! It would be amazing, in a very 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off' kind of way...And who didn't love that film?

The moral of today's story is that, now that I've started my confession process about just how much I enjoy this kind of music, I feel much much better. It's wonderful to get something like that off your chest. Really, try it! Tell me what kind of music you like that you just know you shouldn't - specific song examples are appreciated to. Come on, embarrass yourself...You know you want to...