Okay, I am gonna receive HUGE dung flings for this but...
Today's Guilty Pleasure is: Barbra Streisand.
I think I am secretly a young, gay man in a short, Italian girl's clothing. I can't help but listen (and LOUDLY sing along with) any tune in which I hear her Brooklyn, Jewish lungs beltin' out a vibrato at the end of a song. This may be all be due to the fact that I took a little cat nap today and woke up to 'HELLO DOLLY' on TV...on the highest volume I think my TV would go.
I mean I like her but I am not a huge fan. Its not like I have seen all of her movies, know that she removed an extra "a" from her name, her middle name is Jean, OR that I have an original B&W concert poster of her from about 30 years ago--framed and hanging in bedroom. No, not a REALLY BIG fan of her or anything. Not at all.
4 comments:
Glad you picked up the Guilty Pleasure Sunday! I think I'm one 'mo who didn't get the Streisand gene.
Sue me... :)
OH- and you have Beefy spelled Beegy in your sidebar. :) I could look like Barry Gibb, if only I had hair...
can we please please please make out?
I don’t know what’s worse, that I’m checking out your blog or that I’m actually writing on it
My favorite Streisand songs are from her Christmas album. I literally have a Christmas movie of little 8 year old Bridgette with no front teeth singing the fast version of Jingle Bells. "And then we got upsot. Upsot?"
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