But her whinnying visage lives on: Who could forget that mohawk adjoined by cornrows flailing like a beaded curtain, that nose ring making a dangling conversation with its connected earring, that fever dream of Ann Coulter scoring on St. Marks Place? Child's was a memorable moment, and it's to her credit that "Don't Wanna Fall in Love" sounds so much better than its lyrically embarrassing chorus might suggest:
I don't wanna fall in love
Love cuts just like a knife
You make the knife feel good
I'll fight you to the end
Whitman could hardly have said it better.
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This was the kind of song that I had to learn Name That Tune style, in one bar or less, so that when it came on MTV I could change the channel before my sister, who liked it, could figure out what it was.
And that chain always unnerved me. Someday, somehow, it would catch on something and OW.
-D*
What you don't know is that she had another chain that linked her taint to her meniscus.
Agreed on that chain -- totally grossed me out back then. Who knew she was a dozen-or-so years ahead of her time?
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