In a time of chimpanzees, I was a penguin.
The religious right is motivated by the suspicion that someone, somewhere,
is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
Emmy the Great has a new album out (Virtue), and I'll be listening to it shortly. But while looking at her recent videos, which include a *lot* of new songs (good ones too) that didn't make it onto the album, I came across this mock lament for all the mothers who dreamed their daughters would marry Prince William...
-- Badtux the Unserious Penguin
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Emily sings it sorta subtly. My crude American sensibility was expecting something with a broader brush. But I suppose that not everyone can be Billy Bragg or Johnny Rotten.
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