Hey, I didn’t say that. Blame NMTB. But I’ll go ahead and tell you that I used to be a HUGE fan of Celine Dion in 6th grade. Back in the day, I got to participate in the couples’ skate (do you know how important this is to an elementary school kid??) with my crush of the moment while they played “It’s All Coming Back To Me Now.” The date of the field trip (May 13, 1997) was written inside a heart in the diary I kept until I decided to destroy it in 10th grade. Intense and memorable. I mean, I’m telling you about it now, right? It’s only mildly embarrassing and I’m really hoping that none of my classmates read this thing, or worse, HIM. Lawsy mercy. Moving on.

So I used to be a fan. Then she started getting a little flamboyant with the gesturing during her performances. And then she was adding bits of choreography that made me cower behind the coffee table. Then when I thought it couldn’t get any worse she thought it would be a good idea to add an air guitar and pelvic thrusts. Oh, Celine :(

Nowadays I am positively frightened by some of the stuff she does onstage. Just today I saw a video that made my face “twist into a painful grimace” (stole that phrase from Stephenie Meyer ;) ) Don’t blame me for your nightmares.

These videos have turned out to be great fun for me. I like to rickroll my fiance with them. It’s a true test of devotion. And the wedding is still on, so…great!