I LIKE JOHN MAYER

There! I said it! The cat’s out of the bag. Is that so wrong? Can I not like his music? Can it not speak to me?! Maybe I’ve found the comfort of a close friend deep within his lyrics. Did you ever consider that? You girls aren’t the only ones weeping by your bedside at the thought of mistreated daughters.

Seriously.

And so what if I feel a connection with the smoky, sultry voice of another man… he plays blues too, you know? Funky, I’m-gonna-smoke-this-cigarette-like-Paul-Newman-and-then-down-a-glass-of-bourbon blues. That’s not for teenage girls. That’s for men!

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m tired of pretending like I’m on the fence about it. “Oh some of his songs are okay.” No, I like John Mayer, dammit. So there it is. That’s settled now.