iPlay: Prince (for Miss Britt)

The Internet is such a great place to meet people. I know, just then I sounded like a commercial for a dating service, but it’s true. Over the years, I’ve found blog communities are an even greater place for that very reason. Before I found blogs, I was leery to trust the Internet, what with their perverts and chat rooms and 40-year-olds pretending to be teenagers. I was scurred. Any moment I could have a dead bunny boiling in a pot on my stove with the crazies. With blogs, you have entry upon entry to determine whether or not you’re going down to Crazytown, or genuinely making a connection with like-minded individuals.

Two years ago, I found Miss Britt. For the life of me, I don’t remember how. But after being hooked by a post or two, and catching up on her archives to get a better picture, I immediately added her to my RSS feed. After further connections, I found that Miss Britt is an avid Prince fan. At least that’s what she’d said on her blog. And, at first, I was all, yeah. Whatever. Because no one is a Prince fan like me where “fan” means I want him to be my future baby daddy (sorry BFam). Granted, I’m (literally) eight inches taller than him. Tomatayto tomahto. That little man could catwalk up and down my thigh in his teeny tiny heels for all I’d care, and I’d be happy as a pig in slop. But then I happened on Miss Britt’s Twitter page and SHAZAM that woman is a crazy mo-fo about her some Prince because, hello?! All over her background much?! LUVS Miss Britt.

Miss Britt has been having some tough times lately. And I don’t say this because I know her on a personal level and have just betrayed her trust by telling you this. She’s been posting a few of her ups and downs on her site. It’s heartbreaking. I like Miss Britt. I don’t use the word “friend” lightly, yet I consider her an Internet buddy because that’s what happens in the blog community. You write. You make connections with readers. You befriend. It’s not necessarily superficial which could easily be the misconception since there is a lack of physical presence. I mean, she and I didn’t grow up together. Her mom doesn’t know my mom. But I like Miss Britt, and I’m feeling her pain right now.

So, Miss Britt, if you’re out there, I dedicate this to you, you Sexy Mutha (SHUT YO’ MOUTH!). Know that we’re thinking of you out here in the blogosphere. (Oh, and I gave you the 12″ version so you could rock out extra hard, extra long.)

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Artist: His Royal Badness
Song: She’s Always In My Hair (12″)
Album: Around The World In A Day (1985; B-Side)
FEAR says: Who dat is? (That’s just my baby-daddy.)