Earlier, I was staring at my Refurbished Sharper Image Stereo that looked so high tech on that computer screen that I couldn’t resist clicking the cute little cart and checking out. As I rediscovered the appearance of the glowing blue speakers, I realized just how fucking ugly it is. It stands out so much in this classically decorated apartment that it resembles my frizzy-haired brace-faced pale-bodied chubby ass trying out for the cheerleading squad in grade school, Catholic grade school. But that’s another story in itself.
My first stereo was a gift that probably cost about $20 and I thought it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. The first CD it played was En Vogue and it weighed less than 2 pounds. It used to sit on the floor and watch me dance to it.
This brings me to the point of my story. The second stereo I had was bought by my father in rebuttal to the $20 En Vogue machine my mother had given me. I remember him wading through the aisles trying to find one that actually had wood speakers. Jensen. Not the greatest model in the world, but I could just see the hope in his eyes that I would start listening to the Beatles as soon as I heard the music pummel from the speakers.
This was also the night he told me I was an oops. He thought I already knew. OOPS.
My dad’s pretty cool. Cool enough to really piss off my step mom when she found out about the Jensen. Dad had a habit of spending frivolously. I remember him trying to convince her of the importance this was to make on my life. His chance to influence me. Something in the form of, "It's just a fucking stereo!"
And what do I do with this glimmer of hope? I buy blue speakers on the internet because it looks pretty. Sorry Dad, but sometimes a girl just has to be girl.
um... i like the blue speakers. they match the blue vase. you, like, have no taste. they also match a couple of the dvd cases. what's your problem?
Posted by: yo mama | May 11, 2005 at 04:06 PM