Another Conversation About Why Pop Music Sucks

The Suz doesn't usually drink beer, but when she does, she drinks a Dos Equis the size of your face.

This is lunchtime in the strip version of a redneck bar. They've got a lot of neon, loud pop-country music, and a mechanical bull. I want to ride the mechanical bull because I think it would be funny, but that would be against medical advice. The doc is probably right that it wouldn't be funny to have my liver pop out onto the floor of a faux-redneck bar in Vegas.

So the Suz and I sit and have a nice civilized lunch before we board something called "The Deuce," a bus that will get us to downtown.

The music is really loud, and they're playing that song about the woman who goes postal on some dude's car. I don't remember who sings it or the exact title, but it got a lot of airplay a few years ago.

Me: I get the whole angry woman revenge thing. This song is about vandalizing a dude's car after he cheats on her, which is a reasonable instinct, I suppose. But "carved my name into his leather seats?" Oh, no, no, no.

The Suz: Why not just take the car and sell it to a chopshop for a profit? Then he doesn't have his car and you have cash.

Me: That you could use to play craps! Yes! Exactly! But leaving evidence like that at the scene?

The Suz: Amateur... rookie mistake.