Every time I watch the autotuned "Sunny D and Rum" song more than 5 times in a row...

...I will post here to publicly shame myself, as I do now.

Whatever shambles and disarray my life has obviously fallen into, I once had the luck to peruse Flemish Masters in the Louvre and floor to ceiling Rembrandts at the Rembrandthuis in Amsterdam. And if it were just for the catchiness of the song, and all the horror that implies, maybe I could watch it once in a while. But the women who wrote and sings that song- somewhere among the Flemish Masters and Rembrandts, among the paintings of sexless Dutch children and syphilitic popes...I swear I saw at least one painting (if not 2-3) which depict in every way, that woman. Right down to the shine on her upper lip where the mustache has collected the Sunny D and rum like morning dew on the legs of a sleeping bumblebee.

Second greatest shameful admission? I'm posting this sober.

PB