Sometimes I make mistakes. There, I said it.
I’m not so arrogant that I can’t admit it to myself, my family and now, the world (or the 20 or so people who tune in to see if I will one day reveal the Caramilk secret) that I have been known from time-to-time to publicly make a peduncle of myself.
The other day, while on vacation, sipping my cream-tea in our rented vehicle, another soon-to-be classic hit by Taylor Swift came on the radio.
The kids immediately started tapping their sandals and singing along when Greg declared, “That Taylor Swift sure knows how to write a hit.” (We are really grasping at trying to communicate with this generation.)
It could have ended there.
I could have just replied, “She sure does, Pa” (but pronounced like Paw) and carried on with my cream skimming and strongly worded letters about the unnecessary health risks of drinking full fat cream for no reason, but I didn’t.
Having heard the song at least a dozen times, I jumped in with the girls and began to sing my version of the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s song Blank Space.
To keep the conversation alive (clearly we’ve run out of things to talk about) and after singing what is now known in my family as “the words that shamed Mommy” I first sang, then commented.
“Got along like Starbucks Lovers,” then I paused and said to Pa (Greg) “Taylor Swift really does write a catchy ditty” and then I asked him to turn up the heat and hand me my bifocals and head scarf.
What I actually said was something about how Swift took something a little out of date like star crossed lovers, spun it and added a contemporary flare which I was willing to hand her a great chunk of street cred for. (After I safely fastened my dentures)
Except as my family was QUICK to point out, “Got along like Starbucks Lovers” isn’t in the song at all, the lyrics are actually “Got a long list of ex-lovers.”
Okay, I was wrong but has anyone ever listened to that song, “Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow, everybody needs a bosom?” There’s something about “brim full of asha on the 45.” What does that mean? Did anyone get that right the first time around? I think the whole Starbucks lovers thing actually sounded brilliant, dare I say better than Taylor Swifts actual half-assed attempt at the lyric and also combined advertising right into her song. If Ms. Swift was looking to become a brand ambassador, ta-da!
I’ve undergone some therapy and extensive teasing from my fellow car-mates since that fateful day.
The only reason I’m even sharing this is because when I googled, “Got along like…” the Starbucks lovers part self populated and I discovered there were others out there, just like me.
I’m not an island.
Dare I say, I’m a Starbucks Lover.
They’ll tell you I’m insane.
But I got a blank space baby.
And I’ll write your name.
