Dear Meghan Trainor
On my way home from work today the song "Dear Future Husband" by Meghan Trainor came on the radio. As a nearly 40-year-old man I'm not normally one to like teenage pop music. In fact, I only happened to catch it because I was channel surfing during the commercial break on the sports talk radio show I normally listen to, but I stopped to listen because I liked the sound. It reminded me a lot of the Mavelette's classic "Please Mr. Postman". But then I heard the lyrics. My first thought was that the song should really have been called "Dear Future Ex-husband". As I listened to the demands she was making of any man wishing to earn her love I was convinced that anyone brave/foolish enough to try and have a meaningful relationship that was so obviously one-sided would eventually (likely fairly quickly) buckle under the pressure and run for the hills. Don't forget the flowers every anniversary After every fight j...