Nelly Furtado, “Promiscuous” (Geffen)
Sometimes desperation pays off. A newly sexed-up ingénue takes up with rap auteur Timbaland for a stylistic transformation that is just so out there, it works, especially the shout-out to her alleged main squeeze. "Is that the truth or are you talkin' trash, is your game MVP like Steve Nash?" I did an aural double-take when I saw her perform the song on the final Saturday Night Live of the season and eagerly await Eva Longoria’s answer version to her man Tony Parker. Or how about, “I’m digging my man Dwyane Wade/Wonder when he’s getting paid.”
Gripe of the Week
Not a complaint in the usual sense, but the general feeling of bittersweet sorrow as you realize your teenage kids have one foot out the door. It reminds me of the scene in Lawrence Kasden’s Grand Canyon when Mary McDonnell sees her son comforting a girl as he returns from summer camp and flashes back on the first time she strapped him into a car seat, which had me welling up with tears even then, when my kids were just infants.
The moral is, life goes by so fast, as does the time you spend at home with your kids, which is over in a blink of the eye in the scheme of things. So enjoy them while you can. And you better have something to talk about with your wife when they’re gone and you’re suddenly alone together.
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