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Conchords and Monkees

I had dinner with an old friend Saturday night in the ATL and, in giving me advice about where to live once I move, she told me a priceless story about living in Midtown Atlanta, the area she and her husband first moved to after she graduated from law school. "If you're looking for guys it's not the best place because most of the men are gay," she said. In fact, she continued, a friend of hers, a gay man, lived down the block and she would walk to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend and have a few drinks. When it came time to leave she would insist that her friend walk her home because she was a woman and shouldn't be wandering the streets of the city slightly to the wind and alone. With proper saucy outrage, her friend would look at her askance and say, "Please. What's going to happen to you in Midtown? Is someone gonna jump out from behind a bush and give you a makeover?"

I love my friend.

She's also convinced me to start watching this show. On Netflix it goes.

And also, just because it flat out cracked me up due to my whole early-life obsession with the Monkees, there's the "Ask Peter Tork" advice column. My sister's friend actually convinced the former Monkee (my favorite Monkee by the way, which, according to a theory developed by my sis's friend, says something about the kind of man I like) to collaborate with her on her personal website. So, when you're feeling blue, ask a Monkee for help. Brilliant! With total respect, here's my favorite Monkee's song...

posted by Lola @ 4:02 PM