For some reason, I flashed to the corny country music of the 1970's, sung by ladies with enormous hairdos and condo-sized lapels, sitting on a stool with a guitar, staring through a Barbara Walters-style camera haze, lip-synching to the recorded track on the "Hee Haw" stage.
The women singing those songs always creeped me out, resembling what would happen if the Stepford Wives ever visited the Grand Old Oprie. That glazed/bewildered/not-quite-there look in their eyes, that slightly chemical smile, and the casual demeanor as they sang about their husbands giving them a black eye and stealing the family mule to sell for more Jim Bean money.
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Date: 2005-02-08 02:50 pm (UTC)The women singing those songs always creeped me out, resembling what would happen if the Stepford Wives ever visited the Grand Old Oprie. That glazed/bewildered/not-quite-there look in their eyes, that slightly chemical smile, and the casual demeanor as they sang about their husbands giving them a black eye and stealing the family mule to sell for more Jim Bean money.