A Ray of New Year Light

Watch the videos, all of them. Remember when you were 12 and 14 and got home from school and sat in front of the television, on the blue plastic chairs that when pushed together made a couch but usually just slid apart the further you slid down on them. They were always sticky, those seats.

Remember watching VH1 and MTV, waiting - waiting - for that Madonna video you cherished - cherished - to make an appearance. Then how, after it was over, you danced in the television room, trying to be lady who only gets hotter as she gets older, eating the last cookies your mom made before your brother came home and finished them off and you didn't even have a chance. Maybe you'd perform the dance with your sister when your mom came home. Maybe she'd say it was good, nice, as she poured a glass of wine and pulled the crackers from the cupboard.

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