Mom Jeans

I realize that I’m a 30-something suburban mom construct who refuses to wear spiky pumps, skinny jeans or skin tight muffin-top celebrating shirts. But that doesn’t preclude me from noticing that music has gotten a vag hair better lately. For a while I thought I was just a washed up fangirl because I couldn’t get behind the faux-punk emo so-called alternative (finger quotes) “extreme” sound of the WB/UPN generation. I’d like a little less whine in my radio, thx.

But I like where things are going now.

Luckily, my stroller walk infused maternity leave days forced me to update my MP3 playlist (notice I didn’t say iPod, so suck it Apple). I think a good place to download music, if you have to do it legally, is Amazon for it’s DRM-free straight up MP3s (suck it iTunes). So me, my baby and my lactomams have something interesting to listen to around the hood. Hooray for the newish neo-wave altie electronica junk. It may all mostly be an 80s rip-off, but a lot more bearable than crimped hair.