Bringing True Confessions Back

Sometimes life is about discovery. Discovering yourself. And sometimes the things you discover about yourself aren't pretty. That's what happened to me just the other day.

Because you are all my friends (i.e., no one actually reads this), I feel I can share this with you. It's not easy because what I've learned subverts everything I've known about me or even thought I would ever be. Still, it is me. And I just have to learn to be proud of it. OK, that will never happen. I will at least learn not to feel the shame so strongly.

My shame? I like a Justin Timberlake song.

I didn't mean to. It happened innocently enough. I was driving, stuck in traffic, pressing the scan button every five seconds. Then it just, I don't know, kind of happened. It sounded kind of original. I know, weird, huh? And then I recognised Timbaland's voice, so I thought, OK, it's safe (though I still wasn't sure if I'd forgiven him for what he did to Nelly Furtado [I'm sure it gets better, right?], surely this song made up for that).

In my defense

1. I thought it was a gender-bending butchy woman singing it.
2. I liked it because it was cheesy.
3. Everything else on the radio really sucked

Is that enough?

For what it's worth, I do think the video is a hackneyed mess.

Guess who loves heavy metal

Why, Kelly Clarkson, of course.

Seeing Kelly Clarkson with Metal Skool actually gives me a new-found respect for her. Good move.

It's definitely worth watching the whole thing (if you can forgive Ryan Key for clearly feeling a little overshadowed), but it comes together "sweetly" at about 6 minutes in.

Beefcake

I thought my guy friends in particular would appreciate a little beefcake.

It's not hard, but it still looks tasty.

(Don't be a wuss. Just click.)