I don't know. Maybe I'll end up regretting this post as quickly as I ended up regretting the Color Me Badd incident of 2007*. In fact, this post, like that post, was brought about by my listening to local Rhythmic Adult Contemporary powerhouse radio station 93.9 KISS FM. So maybe there's inherent danger there.
But the plain fact is that I'm seriously digging Beyoncé's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)."
I'll probably get over this really quickly, and by this time tomorrow who's to say but that I'll become physically ill upon hearing this song. But part of the benefit of being as isolated from the popular zeitgeist as I am is that I get to be pleasantly surprised once in a while by something that everybody else caught on to months ago. And the Internet exists to capture these quicksilver moments -- to bottle the lightning of instant inspiration and ephemeral fascinations.
And so it is that this night, 18 March 2009, at approximately 10:50 Eastern Daylight Time, I proclaim to you all: I like this here song.
And, in keeping with the record thus far of my "I Admit This Grudgingly" posts, there is a Justin Timberlake connection.
What can I tell you, America? I like what I like, sort of, temporarily.
* The incident in which I proclaimed my affection for a song which I ended up absolutely despising within 12 hours of the original posting. I can't stand "All for Love" now. Fickle? Perhaps.