The
other day as we were running errands a song came on the radio by an artist I
don’t much care for, though this particular tune is one of my favorites. So
naturally I began signing while driving:
“♫♪Look around, everywhere you turn is heartache; it's
everywhere that you go. Come on, vogue. Let your body move to the music. Hey,
hey, hey!♪♫”
I
turned to Carlos and said:
“Sing
it!!!”
“I
don’t know this song!”
I
nearly drove off the road.
“What
kind of homosexual are you that you don’t know ‘Vogue’ by Madonna? … ♫♪ Come on, vogue. Let your body go with the flow. You know
you can do it.♪♫”
“Sing it! ♫♪ All
you need is your own imagination, so use it, that's what it's for.♪♫”
“I don’t know the words!”
“Bad gay! Very Bad gay!!! ♫♪ Beauty's where you find it,
not just where you bump and grind it. Soul is in the musical, that's where I
feel so beautiful. Magical, life's a ball so get up on the dance floor.♪♫”
And then we get to “the rap” and I start doing all the
Vogue hand gestures and now Carlos is desperate for me to stop singing and, as
he says it:
“PAY ATTENTION ON THE ROAD!!!”
“NOPE!!!" "♫♪ Greta
Garbo and Monroe, Dietrich and DiMaggio, Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean
On the cover of a magazine. Grace Kelly, Harlow, Jean, picture of a beauty
queen. Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire. Ginger Rogers, dance on air.
They
had style, they had grace; Rita Hayworth gave good face. Lauren, Katherine,
Lana too. Bette Davis, we love you! Ladies with an attitude; fellas that were
in the mood.
Don't just stand there, let's get to it, strike a pose, there's
nothing to it … Vogue, vogue, Vogue, vogue, Vogue, vogue.♪♫”
And now we are pulling down our driveway and I am
opening the garage door and Carlos says to me, hold onto your pearls, clutch,
my angels, clutch, for Carlos says to me …”
“I thought RuPaul sang this song.”
I
crashed into the house and then called HOMO HQ for a Vogue-tervention. |