[Setting: A roomful of older women and a therapist. One of the ladies, a nervous-looking fortysomething blonde wearing jeans and a sweater, begins to speak.]
Hi. Um, Im a little embarrassed to be in this support group, but my
[The rest of the room, in unison] Hi, Sally.
This is a big step for me, but Im here to confess that Im
completely, utterly addicted to Movin 101.
I know, I know. Once the former station at 101.1 R.I.P. The River
disappeared, thus depriving me of the chance to hear John Mayer and
the Goo Goo Dolls every hour, I was upset. Very upset.
But then, well, I started stopping by the station as I was flipping
through the dial. And kept hearing pop, hip-hop, 80s and cheesy 90s
techno songs I liked. Destinys Child. Gwen Stefani. Bobby Brown. A
lot of Bobby Brown. Prince. Madonna. Soon I found myself gravitating
toward the station all the time, hoping to hear things I havent
heard in ages: Kylie Minogue, George Michael, Soul II Soul, Cypress
Hill, Naughty By Nature.
[Woman to Sallys left starts humming Hip Hop Hooray, then blushes
Soon I was sneaking out at night after my husband was asleep, hoping
to hear Rednexs Cotton-Eyed Joe and the latest Rihanna jam. When
my daughter caught me lip-synching to Fergies Fergalicious in the
bathroom mirror, holding a hairbrush while gazing at the cover of the
Justin Timberlake CD I stole from her, I knew Id hit rock bottom.
[Several of the women pat Sally on the back as she hangs her head
But I know now that I need to only listen to Movin 101 in the
morning to pep me up. A little Kelly Clarkson girl-power goes a long
[Everyone applauds. Fade out.]