Hillary Duff on a stick, how in the hell will I ever escape NKOTB? Just when we have a few NKOTB-free posts, they rear their pretty heads (and rears) again. Perhaps I only bristle at the Blockheads because I fear that if I’d had been of that generation, I would’ve fallen prey to the NKOTB charms. Thank goodness I grew up in the Duran era. The amazing fabulous-o Cari Quinn is here today, lamenting her own NKOTB-ness, and sharing some other fun with us. Cari and I share…

Here’s something you probably don’t know about me: I’m a singer. No, not like a singer singer. I’m not “for hire” or “talented” or “good”. I just like to sing, all the time, everywhere. I can’t help it. For example, I’m incapable of not singing in the car, unless we’re listening to talk radio, which I avoid at all costs. If my hubby is driving, I turn and mumble-sing (it’s a thing, look it up) into the car window. He would make fun of me if I sang…

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