When
I moved to New York eight-and-a-half years ago, I came in a U-Haul
packed full of junk, including wicker furniture, a Laura Ashley
bedspread and a milk crate of CDs that, at the time, I thought
were pretty cool.
While the wicker furniture was put out on the street years ago, I
haven't been able to part with the CDs. I have lugged that damn crate
to eight different apartments because I couldn't bring myself to part
with the music of my youth—which in retrospect mostly sucks, and not
even in an ironic way (the first CD I ever purchased was the soundtrack
to the Adams' Family Movie).
Now that I'm moving back to Missouri, however, and am determined to not
be the girl I was determined not to be when I left, I decided it was
finally time to let the music (and some muzak if we're being honest
here) go. I figured the stoop sale I was having on Saturday was the
perfect excuse.
As I put the Dixie Chicks, Master P (which I still like, but it's a
little scratched up) and Wilson Phillips in the box labeled "The Most
Embarrassing CD Collection Ever, $0.25–$2.00," I came across a loose,
teal CD. It was "2 Become 1" by the Spice Girls. I started holding
onto it when I was 15 or so, because I wanted to lose my virginity
during that song... in a clean bedroom full of candles. I did not have
a clean bedroom. Or a large collection of candles. And I sure as hell
didn't lose my virginity to the tune of the Spice Girls.
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