"'Cause I'm a woman. W-O-M-A-N."
I need a slinky black dress with a high slit and a microphone.
While watching a tribute show to the hits of Broadway (at Lagoon) I noticed something that sets my family apart from my friends' families:
When a male soloist did an awesome job on his song including holding out a hard note I glanced down the row at some of my family members: We had tears in our eyes!
Oh my heck! We're freakin' touched by a good singer!!!
I've been so completely brought up on showtunes/musicals that I forget everyone else hasn't.
What? You can't recite EVERY lyric from My Fair Lady? What? You didn't know of Conrad Birdie before you knew of Elvis Presley??? What? You can't do the snapping "Cool Boy" dance from West Side Story? What? Your favorite songs as a child weren't "Gee, Officer Krupke" and "Honey Bun"? Huh?What? You don't even know what I'm talking about???
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