Academic journal article Women's Studies Quarterly

Annie's Song

Academic journal article Women's Studies Quarterly

Annie's Song

Article excerpt

Of course his renditions of "Love on the Rocks," "Big Bad John," "Suspicious Minds" were top drawer. What would you expect from a threehundred-pound, karaoke-DJ bear wearing a flannel shirt and elastic-waist jeans? But when his baritone boom rose like foam into "Annies Song," I was so surprised I cried. It had been another very long day-another day I hadn't downloaded QuickBooks, another day I'd skipped my posture exercises.

I'd performed a balance-beam routine to it in junior high school. The other girls had all picked harder songs like "My Sharona" and "We Will Rock You." I thought choosing John Denver meant I was different-more genteel. And I was different: I looked like the fat kid in Bad Santa. I must've looked especially dumb in my sagging white tube socks, mouth open, looking down the entire time but still about to fall.

Later that night, the karaoke DJ and I did a shot of Fireball together. "I've never drank Fireball before," I said. "Oh, you'll like it," he assured me, "it's very popular."

I went home and fell asleep and dreamed I moved to a cabin in the woods with no electricity. …

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