I owe Beth a meme-doing. And I meant to get to it days ago, but Jesus Christ on a cracker, I've been scrambling lately. So I thought I would ponder the meme and listen to my laptop generate this Friday's Random Ten whilst cooking supper, and then a rather odd and lovely thing happened.
I'd say roughly 80% of the music I listen to is male-fronted. I'm not entirely sure how this happened, other than the fact that I just generally prefer male voices.
But take a look at today's Friday Random Ten. I think it's trying to tell me something.
1. Wandering star - Portishead
2. How deep is the valley - Sarah Harmer
3. Shed your skin - Indigo Girls
4. Dance this mess around - the B-52's
5. Veronica - Elvis Costello
6. Lotus - R.E.M.
7. Blister in the sun - the Violent Femmes
8. Fake empire - the National
9. Anti-social - Cuff the Duke
10. Let's roll - the Stills
Portishead, Sarah Harmer, Indigo Girls, B-52's - all female-fronted. Okay, I guess the B-52's had Fred Schneider but ... you know. Even Elvis Costello is singing about Veronica. Okay, so things switch over to the testosterone department with the bottom half of the list, but even there, we start off the boy portion with none other than Beth's favourite boys, R.E.M.
Quite clearly I was meant to get to that meme and pronto.
Without further ado, here's the Middle Name Meme (list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name):
I have Bradycardia, an abnormally low heart rate. Apparently despite all appearances, I am some kind of super athlete.
I pride myself on being Rational at all times. I can't quite teach classes to Vulcan young 'uns, but pretty near.
I'm generally pretty Upbeat. Except when I have a righteous rage happening, and even then I enjoy it immensely.
I'm starting to develop a pretty annoying case of Nyctalopia, night blindness. So naturally I'm always the one who has to drive if we go anywhere at night. Look out, blind girl driving!
I am finally exorcising the spectre of the evil Guidance counselor and embracing my Artsy side. To hell with Science; I've done that to death. And if it means that I end up living under a bridge like that Guidance counselor warned, so be it.
I won't tag anyone, but please feel free to jump in if this appeals to you and you are not embarrassed to reveal your middle name.
I will leave you with one rather disturbing boy-girl disparity. Maybe it's just my over-fired imagination, but whilst following the American primaries, I have been noticing that while Barack Obama is always referred to as Obama, Hillary Clinton is far too often referred to as Hillary. I dunno, that just strikes me as a little patronizing.
But no matter how matter X and/or Y chromosomes you are carting around, I hope you are having a grand, nay a Good, Friday. It won't be long until we are scarfing back chocolate rabbit eggs for Zombie Jesus Day.