Harper Valley 2.0

I can distinctly remember singing into a hairbrush, and belting out “The day my mama socked it to, the Harper Valley P.T.A.!”

I thought it was the best song EVER. Yeah, Mrs. Johnson, you tell those hypocrites what’s what! How dare they question your parenting skills, your wardrobe and the fact that you run around with men. People should not judge mothers’ of middle-schoolers for the way they choose to cope, amiright Kittens?

Because I don’t want to be a modern-day version of Mrs. Johnson, I JOINED the PTA. I’m actually a chair-person of a committee and everything. I was hoping it was the committee that sends notes home to parents about their style choices, but it’s just something called “public relations”. Oh well.

We had our first meeting yesterday and I was sorry to say it only dealt with things like the school dance, e-blasts, and teacher appreciation day. The only excitement was when the president mentioned something called “Spirit Night” but it turns out it has nothing to do with gin, but is where you eat somewhere and proceeds go to your school.

This is why there’s no good music anymore.

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