One of My Favorite Guilty Pleasures

Today, as I danced around and alphabetized (I have a tough job) I delighted in bad radio music. Oh, there were so many bad favorites to pick from, but for you, dear readers, I picked my fave bad song:

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.

The glory of this song has lasted me the (almost) 20 years it's been out there. When I first heard its glory, I was a young girl of 14 or so, and was in the midst of my goth phase. Fortunately, one of my goth-kins was a girl named Shannon, who taught us all the wonder that was popular and incredibly bad music of the time. In our midst of moping to the Smiths and dreaming with Robert Smith, she came balleting in with It Takes Two by Rob Base and DJ Something. Can't remember.

Oh, the skies opened. When I got home that night, and turned on the MTV countdown, the glory of DL came on. From that day on, each time I saw the video, I had to watch the TV in the family room and run into my parents' bedroom, to tune in as well. For stereo effect, of course. Those were brilliant times, and made me even more sarcastic than I thought I could ever be.

Years later, in my 20s, as I pursued the absolute wrong man, one of my rivals was a girl who wore jeans with shredding at the knees to the club. I instantly dubbed her Def Leppard. Didn't do any good for my pursuit, but it made me feel good at the time.

Today, during the dancing and alphabetizing, it came back to me. Ahhhh, Def Leppard. All the things you've done for me. Made the day glorious, and I'm sure entertained the hell out of my boss and co-worker as they got to watch me shimmy and sing.