Linda Perry is the Devil

I have this little co-worker CK. She is small and very funny. She likes to sing along with the radio. She even likes to sing along when the radio is not on. Her voice is not great and often it is pretty atonal but her enthusiasm is boundless and genuine and it wins me over almost every time. The radio listened to here at work is not my choice and it typically ends up on some sort of mix station where the songs I like come as often as a bullet in Russian Roulette. There are a few songs that pop up now and then that are now off limits for sing-alongs per my request. These include, but are not limited to: "Kokomo" that infernal late period hit by the Beach Boys. "Everybody Wang Chung Tonight" an inexplicable hit from the 80s when seemingly every other song in the top 40 was some bizarre experiment which would rightfully never see the light of day in today's pop market. Say what you will about the sorry state of modern radio but at least we don't have to be inundated with nonsense like Wang Chung unless of course you are stuck in mix station land, as I am, where they seem to think this is still a great tune. One last song I want to point out as a guaranteed day ruiner is that goddamn "What's Goin' On" song by 4 Non Blondes. Everyone hates it. Everyone. Trust me, I asked around, but once it gets stuck in your head, it will bury itself like a tick and not even tweezers and rubbing alcohol will remove it. The stubborn chorus will stay behind, leaving you with those mind numbingly bad lyrics playing on repeat as you wish your collection of pens and pencils also had an icepick to jam in your ear. This one came on today and instantly was added to the "Do Not Sing" list but because Satan wrote it with a perfect understanding of how to write a melody that will embed itself into one's brain, CK found herself singing the chorus over and over again very loudly. As annoyed as I was to hear it again it paled in comparison to the self hatred it stirred in her. It's one thing to sing songs others hate but to find yourself singing a song you yourself hate - that truly is the work of the devil.