accidental feminist

Whilst at my desk earlier today, I heard music. It was coming from my colleague’s headphones. It was the Bee Gees; “More Than a Woman”. Later, I went to pick up some challah for the upcoming Sabbath. As I entered the bakery, what should be playing, but “Night Fever”, also by the Bee Gees; also from the “Saturday Night Fever” soundtrack (as all good Bee Gees songs are). It was as though I were in some meta-retro romantic comedy docudrama where the ghost of John Travolta is following me (even though he’s still alive) and I am reliving the whole film, but as a 21st century female protagonist, trying to fix the mistakes his character made the first time around. If only I had listened to Joey when he said he was in trouble. If only I hadn’t let my friends gang bang that sweet girl (btw: one of the most gut-wrenching scenes in all of cinema). If only…if only…if only I hadn’t been in “Michael”. Sigh…