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The What? 2004-02-02, 11:46 p.m. Hi there. Thanks for stopping by! And now, some housekeeping. When I was in college, I took a women's studies course on Gender Roles in Popular Culture. My very hip T.A. for that class was an alumna of Southern University and she had this laugh that really grated on my nerves. She spoke with a thick Southern accent, wore scarves with bright prints under her blazers instead of button-downs, and she was a gifted teacher. The thing that I remember most about her class was that whenever a student would complain about an assignment, an upcoming exam, grading, or anything related to the terms of the course syllabus, she would let out this Southern sigh and say, "Well, ain't that just the gumboots?" I had no idea what she meant by that, but I always nodded in agreement. The gumboots, indeed. One of my favorite singer-songwriters is the brilliant Paul Simon, and one of my favorite tunes is "Gumboots."I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had A little bit of a breakdown I said breakdowns come And breakdowns go So what are you going to do about it That's what I'd like to know You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could It was in the early morning hours When I fell into a phone call Believing I had supernatural powers I slammed into a brick wall I said hey, is this my problem? Is this my fault? If that's the way it's going to be I'm going to call the whole thing to a halt You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could I was walking down the street When I thought I heard this voice say Say, ain't we walking down the same street together On the very same day I said hey Senorita that's astute I said why don't we get together And call ourselves an institute You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could You don't feel you could love me But I feel you could |