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The other day I talked to my daughter about her friends, music, gay rights*, fashion and death. I spoke like I was some kind of guru, until the conversation got a bit difficult. Then I remembered what I am and that she has known me for a while. There was only one thing for me to say not to look like a complete idiot: "My child, it's complicated. Go and talk to your dad".
PS Re: The song; I feel a bit awkward posting such straightforward, charming pop (it sounds like one of the songs that have been around for decades, if not centuries; I guess though that Mme Dion's lawyers have done their homework), but I like the song a lot and it popped up on the radio soon afterwards, so I thought why not - it's my blog and I'll play what I want..
*actually, we talked about some gays' outrageaus usurpations; my use of 'rights' here shows how effective the indoctrination by liberal media is.
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