Scrunchielicious

You know how rappers will get in feuds and write songs in response to another rapper’s threats? Like in retaliation? Biggie vs. Tupac? East Coast vs. West Coast and all that?

Yeah, this entry is like that, except way lamer.

My buddy D over at All Things G&D pointed out to me that I forgot to mention Poison in the 80’s description of this post. How could I forget that?? Shame on me!

I guess now is a good time to mention that the name of this blog was inspired by D’s recent obsession with the band Poison. I had been considering a public blog for a long time but it took me a while to work up the nerve to actually do it. I had previously been blogging on my private myspace page, so my traffic was limited. I wanted to put all of G’s monthly updates on a site where family and friends who actually care to see a gazillion photos of him could come and peruse all the wanted. So I thought about it, and finally decided to start this blog. During the time I was mulling over the idea of creating this blog, D was talking all about her recent trip to see Poison in concert. And that inspired me to name my blog Unskinny Bop, but then I glanced over at the Boppy that Garrett was sitting in on the floor and POOF! A magical idea was formed. So thanks, D, for the inspirational name for my little blog.

So anyway, back to the original topic of this post. Last week D wrote this post about the Olympic gymnasts and their scrunchies. D is “concerned that women’s gymnastics is single handedly unraveling the anti-scrunchie movement Carrie Bradshaw worked so hard to establish.”

Well, D. I just have to respond back with this.