CherkyB, The Father

Last night, HannahC and I were ripping CDs. It seems to be a never-ending task, as every time I think I have finished it, someone finds some drawer or shelf or box that has more CDs in it. But we made great progress yesterday, as we sat waiting for childrens to ring the doorbell for trick-or-treats. We got a whole three groups all night.

We had gotten most of the way through my collection, up to the W's. HannahC installed a new CD into the drive, as is her job, and then watched for the cover art to appear on Windows Media Player in order to assure it identified the CD correctly.

The CD is question was Whitesnake's Lovehunter.


HannahC looked at the tiny picture on the screen, and asked:

HannahC: "Dah, what is that kid doing with that snake?"

Me, CherkyB: "Uh, it's not a kid. It's a woman. And she's just sitting on it."

HannahC: "Why is she naked?"

Me, CherkyB: "Ummmm...it's art. Sometimes people are naked in art for no good reason."

HannahC: "It doesn't look like a woman. It looks like a little boy."

Me, CherkyB: "It's a woman. Look, she's got a boob. Little boys don't have boobs."

HannahC: "Well, fat ones do."

Me, CherkyB: "Look, it's a woman. It's not a little boy."

HannahC: "That doesn't make any sense. Why would a naked woman be on a giant snake?"

Me, CherkyB: "..."

HannahC: "Oh, I bet I know. I bet this was designed by men. So they put a naked woman on it."