You click ‘play.’
You marvel at the nearly audible brightness of the angular high-‘80s mall fashions sported by Bea Arthur’s alpha-Golden Girl Dorothy.
You reminisce about how shoulder pads and Aqua Net were that era’s great generation- and class-spanning feminine equalizers.
The repetition begins. You mildly curse yourself for clicking ‘play.’
You become annoyed, but you let it continue.
Becoming entranced despite yourself, you dim the lights and turn the volume up to neighbor-hate levels.
You think to yourself “This is no ‘Sheets of Easter.’”
You become annoyed again.
It’s no “Come Out” either.
Still, you keep listening.
You close your eyes. Hours pass.
YOU ACHIEVE SATORI.
h/t to Terry Andrews for this find!