Today's Song of the Day

Precious, The Pretenders, 1979

I call 'em like I see 'em. I just do. No apologies. Pretty certain that's a fortuitous by-product of Chrissie Hynde raising me. I'm precious.

I've known Chrissie and The Pretenders pretty much my whole life ... sometimes I wonder, though: What if that first Pretenders album hadn't made its way into my hot little hands in 1980? I know without a doubt I wouldn't be the same, y'all. BTW, The Pretenders are how I met the Davies brothers and The Kinks. So precious.

How is it possible that I've walked this earth for 54 years and can still be caught off guard? It doesn't happen often but I'm still reeling from a few unexpected affronts of late. As per usual, though, Chrissie had my back. She caught me, pumped Pretenders moxie into my vains, and pushed my precious ass right back into the ring swinging. How so very precious.

I just don't get it. You do you and let me do me. Good grief. Chrissie is the perfect example of a woman who had to fight tooth and nail to be accepted. She didn't fit neatly into a box. She didn't buy into tired and oppressive stereotypes. Let's just stop with the labeling. OK? Be like Chrissie. Be precious.