Channel surfing this morning instead of finishing my article, I paused on a music video. It was a catchy little song and I paused because I couldn't tell if the singer was a little girl, a woman singing like a little girl, or actually an adolescent boy. And even then the camera zoomed in on the chic-blond, I still had no idea what I was looking at. But the song was good. Soaring into the chorus, I started humming along, "The one thing I can count on... The one thing I can count on... The one thing I can count on.." and I filled in the end, "Is yoooooooooo." Unfortunately, I was duped, the end was, "Is the Looooooord." I don't appreciate the religious ambush. I want my religion in silly costumes, in dark, cool, uncomfortable seats with standing and sitting and standing and sitting and kneeling and standing and getting in line, having something to eat, skirting the homely woman with the wine, and going back for a little quiet time all the while ignoring the ancient music director who begs the stubborn congregation to sing. You got that? No music videos with androgynous fashion plates. What the hell is up with that?
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