never, never, never (part 1)

See if you can figure out what is wrong with the following sentence:
            
                   Last night I was driving my minivan and listening to Eric Church.

Do you see it? Do you see the huge problem? I am driving a minivan and, in case you don't know, Eric Church is a country artist. What happened? How did I get here? If there are two things that I have always been positive about they are 1) that I would never listen to country music and 2) I would never drive a minivan.

And yet this is where I find myself. It is shocking and sad. And I blame others for this travesty.

The country music thing can be blamed in part on a college roommate. This particular roomie was a fan of the Dixie Chicks and she would play their diabolically catchy music in our room. I tried to tune it out but it was just so catchy, and I'm a sucker for great harmonies which they have in spades. I convinced myself that this was okay though because most die-hard country music fans that I knew insisted that the Dixie Chicks weren't "real" county.
But a few years ago, Sam shot his first buck, and my polo-wearing, mazda-driving, borderline preppy husband was suddenly sporting belts with huge buckles, insisting that he needed a pick-up truck and listening to country music. It started slowly but now everytime I get into the car he has the station tuned to country. And I'm trying to resist, I really am. But I keep hearing really good songs that aren't all about tractors and beer. And I'm sorry, but "Red Solo Cup" is just fantastic. And I can't believe that I just typed that. I'm going to go listen to some 90's hip hop now to snap me out of it.


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