Posted by Jessye

Thanks to the roommate for yesterday’s guest post. Since so many of you asked to hear about the “Respect” story, I’ll share it. Please note that without actually hearing me, it may lose some of the humor.

Many moons ago when this blogger was a wee lass, or 8 for you non-pirates, my mom would help me study for my spelling tests. We’d sit at the dining room table and go over 20-25 words and I’d have to correctly spell each one. I tend to get a bit goofy at times, especially when I’m put on the spot. So when “respect” popped up, so did I.

I decided that it would be a great idea to hop up on my chair and start singing “Respect” by Aretha Franklin. However, I wasn’t the best speller so instead of saying “r-e-s-p-e-c-t” I made up my own letter and it came out sounds like “r-e-s-pee-cee-t.” Not knowing that I was slurring three letters together as one, I’d really get into it with arm movements and the occasional “oh yeeeaaaaah.” (Think Kool-aid without the creepiness or effed up walls.) Of course this would crack me up.

My mom would laugh or look at me like I was crazy. I’m not quite sure anymore. Every time “Respect” was mentioned, I’d pop back up and start singing my version. Eventually I learned that there are in fact separate letters in “Respect.” I wish there were a video of this…

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