The other night, one of my old friends pointed out to me that no matter what we do now, we are not cool. There is a certain liberty to that.I never much cared about being cool since I have been a dork from day 1. Of course, I started looking through a record club website today and I realized I like some awful music. Yes, I’m coming clean. I have “Death Cab for Cutie’ and “Interpol” and “The Libertines” in my CD collection. That doesn’t make me cool. It probably makes me an old poser.

So with 29 coming up quicker than I care to admit, I want to come clean. I like some “Hootie and the Blowfish” tunes. Heck, I even like the “Gin Blossoms.” Of course, I hated them both when I was young and still relatively “hip.” I’ve just noticed lately that I’m peaking at their greatest hits collection a little too closely. Heck, I might as well admit to liking “Cat Stevens” and “The Cardigans.” There, I feel much better now. I’m no longer trying to keep up with you hipsters.