UMSL. 1982. Shakespeare's Tragedies. Our class was discussing this exchange:
Hamlet: Lady, shall I lie in your lap? (Lying down at OPHELIA's feet)
Ophelia: No, my lord.
Hamlet: I mean, my head upon your lap?
Ophelia: Ay, my lord.
Hamlet: Do you think I meant country matters?
Our lady-like professor let us in on the joke. "You know, the first syllable of 'country' meant the same thing then as it does now."
- (Entire class, puzzled, repeatedly mutters the first syllable of "country" until an older student yells it out.)
Entire class says, "No way."
Professor suggests our generation did not make up That Word. And frankly, back then that word was That Word, the Word So Bad no one ever spoke it.
So today, as I was tooling home today, listening to the new Vampire Weekend CD, and gustily singing along:
"I THINK UR A CONTRA
AND I THINK THAT YOU'VE LIED"
And I thought, "WAIT a minute! That sounds like . . . Hey!
They aren't singing about Iran-Contra!
He isn't saying that she's a contrarian! He's saying ..."
BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT I WAS THINKING. I feel like some old lady in the fifties thinking Chuck Berry was singing about telephone service in My Ding-a-Ling.
Of course, I could be wrong. And I could be corrupting your enjoyment of this intelligent song about Oliver North and the Iran-Contra Affair. I could be doing to you what Gilligan's Island did to Carmen and that Bob Fosse movie did to eyedrops. You'll never be able to listen from a pure point of view again.