“Diana Ross wasn’t even that great of a singer,” I say aloud. I know that my husband isn’t really listening to me. He nods and goes: “Hm-mh.”
“She’s kinda cute, I suppose. I guess she’s got some kind of allure about her, but that voice is really whiny and. . . pretentious.” I don’t get an answer at all for that.
I’m wondering if I’ve stepped on my husband’s toes by bad-mouthing Diana Ross. Should I maybe tone it down a little?
“How does one just step out on their own like that?”
“Ego?” he suggests.
I nod. “Yeah maybe.”
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