Sometimes you just want to hear something funky. You don’t want to think about anything important, you don’t want to deal with your problems or any stupid drama. The only thing that matters is the funk.
George Clinton is a prestigious, reliable, and masterful purveyor of said funk. When there’s a whole lot of rhythm going ‘round, you can bet your sweet ass that George is the reason!
I think people have had this experience at my house, especially the being fed as if they had just fled a famine part, lol! #serbsarethebesthosts
Bruce Willis was my future ex-husband when I was in 8th grade. My sister and I watched Moonlighting religiously, and my best friend Vilma and I used to dissect it in school every Wednesday after a new episode aired. Oh, how Vilma and I would create these intricate fantasies about my relationship with Bruce! We’d write notes back and forth in Mr. McConnell’s math class, analyzing how hot he looked on the show the night before. David Addison was a lovable bad boy, and I was all about that in 8th grade. He was hilarious and talented and sexy. I didn’t need anything else!
If I weren’t Serbian, I’d be Greek. But if I weren’t Greek, I’d be Italian. (I want to stick with my fellow swarthy southern Europeans!) And Louis Prima is one of the main reasons why.
I have always felt a connection with Italians. My mother grew up in an Italian neighborhood, and often got mistaken for Italian. People used to tell her she looked like Sophia Loren! And I am often mistaken for Italian as well, even though I think I look like a typical Slav. Lots of people in my family married Italians, and it just seems like such a natural pairing. Serbs and Italians love food, family, and fighting—we’re very passionate people, we can be ridiculously stubborn, but when we love we love with everything we have.