Yeah. I don’t actually have a way to do that headline.
I was thinking that I need to fire up an update here on Best Hubris after finally finishing what was supposed to be a 300 or 500 word quickie about my thoughts on buying some puts on Vail stock based on what is going on here in Colorado and assuming it would apply nationwide, or at least enough to impact the stock. This came after yesterday’s attempt at a short, quick, article about how my Webull review also showed that you need money to make money turned into a 1,500 in-depth explainer.
I didn’t really have anything in mind and I hadn’t turned to the old writer’s notebooks yet when I opened up this post and thought, I need 300 words about… and my brain filled in “88 women.”
Brain Unlock – Mode: 80s Songs
There is this weird thing where you forget something. Not forgetting where there is something you want or need to remember, like where you put your headphones, but forgetting where it is gone, just like it never happened. And then…
88 Lines About 44 Women was never a huge hit, but it played repeatedly on the radio when I was in the car rocking out to 80s music. Of course, back then, it was just called music.
88 Lines About 44 Women was risqué for the radio in the mid-80s. Several lines of inuendo if you were willing to play along that the 44 women were women who were “with” the man.
Deborah was a Catholic girl
She held out till the bitter end
If you liked the band, The Nails, enough to get the album, you’d find that the original, or “real”, version of the song was no more risqué, but contained the actual swear words instead of hinting at them.
I’ve wondered several times how to get Amazon Music, or Spotify to play all the songs, but only the radio edit, or clean version, if one existed, instead of me hearing, “Playing Harmless Song From Your Childhood… Explicit” and me wondering just how explicit it would be and if I needed to rush and get it off before my kids heard it.
Best Sellers in Digital MusicNow, it’s too late. One has their own paid subscription to Spotify and the other plays plenty of Amazon Music when I’m not around. Besides, if I remember middle school properly (we had junior high, but still…) they already know all the swear words anyway, and don’t get me started on YouTube videos.
See?
385 words and I haven’t even told you the solid “your mom” joke my youngest made at school.
I’ve always maintained 300 words isn’t enough time to really say anything. That’s not true, of course. I myself have written solid, meaningful, useful articles that come in a just 300 words, but you have to have one thing you want to say and get right to saying it. Or you have to have a dry assignment, like preprinted postcards for mass mailings.
I’ll go find those notebooks full of great ideas for Best Hubris. For now, I hope you enjoyed your 487 words.
