Z. is now five years old, and she's developed a keen interest in music videos. Given our desire to impart in her a love for the arts, and a healthy respect for pretty much any form of creative expression, this should come as no surprise. What is slightly surprising is that, despite our attempts to mold her into a free-thinking bohemian of some sort, she's developing unmistakably pragmatic leanings.
I offer up Z.'s initially staid observations on a small and not-so-random sampling of music videos:
Upon beholding Billy Idol's complete lack of social decorum at a formal affair in 'White Wedding':
"He ruined that wedding."
[Editor's Note: Yes. Yes, he did. And this is just ONE of the many pitfalls that one can expect when one marries a musician, little missy.]
Upon beholding Billy Idol acting as a gyrating human semi-conductor to repel well-coiffed zombies in 'Dancing with Myself':
"That's not really how you kill zombies."
[Editor's Note: No. Not it's not. SO proud that she knows this.]
As I teetered on the brink of despair, fearing that we were saddled with an unrepentant and slightly dour realist for the next thirteen years, she soon rallied.
Upon beholding Billy Idol merely riding a motorcyle in 'Hot in the City':
"He's riding a motorcyle. That's all he's doing. I don't like this video."
Poor Billy. He can't win.
Awesome!
Posted by: Kylee | February 20, 2012 at 11:41 AM