The cool thing about this job is that I get to read about tons of fun stuff. Every day I find out about different ways to die, how to bungle a robbery, when to expect the impending rise of our robot overlords or why people in Florida aren’t like regular humans. On bonus days I learn why history is wrong or, more interestingly, why you are. Of course some days provide me with moments of quiet reflection and give me hope for humanity, but those are few and far between so I don’t worry too much about them.
However, some days force me to think about stuff I really would rather ignore. In today’s case, the main topic would be high school choir. It’s not that I couldn’t sing, I could always carry a tune, it’s just that thinking of those days requires me to remember songs from “Hello Dolly” and other bits of arcania that make me want to kill myself. We never sang anything interesting, unless you defined “interesting” by what your 80 year old grand parents snapped their fingers too.
Times have changed.
Choirs, once relegated to the nether regions of hell normally associated with nerds and losers are now being used to pimp cars and make people feel good about themselves.
Now, when you see those kids in their robes you can stop making Harry Potter jokes and instead ask them where they’re hanging out these days. After all, if you can hang with foul mouthed sorority babes or their goth dude counterparts, you’re going to be cool by association. And that’s never a bad thing.