self-loathing
you know when you really don’t want to like something, because you fear you might lose all self-respect? then you gradually break down, and you have that moment where you give in, finally accepting that you now love what you once loathed. well that happened to me recently.
i was able to resist the temptations of the pussycat dolls when they released “don’t cha.” perhaps it was the track’s club trash appeal, or maybe i just wasn’t impressed by their sub-standard spice girls charm.
and then came “stickwitu.” despite my better judgement, it got under my skin. i know that it’s contrived and cliched. plus these girls will likely disappear within the next few months. but that damn song got me - and there’s no turning back.
i’ll likely regret this confession some time soon.

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