On the drive home from school, the iPhone playlist comes to Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls.
Julianna (she’s 12): Who are they? They sound like Bohemian Rhapsody.
Me: Well, Honey. The band is Queen and they did Bohemi..
J: But what are they talking about?
Crap. Body-image, gender politics, Girl-Positive Power while I try to merge from the carpool lane to the “fast” lane. Why won’t anyone let me in?
Me: Sweetie, you see…
J: Oh, it is so ironic!
J: I was talking with my friends about Prince because he loved Purple. I love Purple. Well, I love all colors really.
Me: What about Queen? What about Queen Latifah?
J: Who? Oh, Daddy! Since there’s a Queen and a Prince. Wouldn’t it be great if there was a King.
Me: Well, Sweetie. I thought you’d never ask. There was a King. His name was Elvis. And, since we’re at a stoplight, I have control of the phone.
“You ain’t nuthin’ but a hound dog…”
J: Why do you do this to me?
Me: Music you need to know.