There are some songs you’ve heard so much—too much—that you’re not really listening to them when you’re listening to them, if you know what I mean. Instead you’re listening to some abstracted version your memory dubs over the real thing. A lot of very popular songs end up in this over-heard place, and a lot of great stuff from the ’60s and ’70s. Also those songs we love best from our favorite bands: you know the ones I mean, the ones where you press ‘play’ in your head and hear every note. At a certain point, the song dies for you. You just stop hearing it, and hear the one in your head instead. I don’t know if there’s some rule for how long it takes, but it’s inevitable if you keep listening to the same song the same way. And the more you like it, the more you listen to it, the faster it happens. Which is one reason why fans seek out bootlegs, early demos, covers, unplugged sets, and so on—a new way to hear the old song, to rejuvenate the thing you love. But you don’t have to have a different version of the song to hear it differently; you can listen differently instead. And this song is one of those songs that’s worth it. Consciously listen to it. Strip away all that familiarity and you’ll hear something pretty good, something worth listening to for the first time again. I first heard “Operator” on the radio, probably, since my parents listened exclusively to oldies stations when I was growing up, but my first memories of it are all of my dad playing it on vinyl. I’ve heard it a lot, and it’s always been processed through a my-dad-likes-this filter. My dad liked a lot of good music, so that’s not necessarily a bad filter, but it’s been there. This song makes me think of my dad. And coming across this at 3am on Father’s Day is enough of an emotional blow that I managed the trick of just listening to it, imagining what my dad must have heard in it, and, yeah. It’s a pretty good song. I wish my dad was still around to talk to about it.
One of the justifications that anti-choice activists are using to try to “de-fund” Planned Parenthood is talking point that any dollar that goes to the group is promoting abortions. Money is fungible, they argue, so by giving the group federal funds to promote sex sex, provide contraception or health screenings, it frees up other money that can then go to abortions, indirectly supporting “taxpayer funded abortions.”
It doesn’t matter that many of the clinics getting funding don’t even provide abortions. It doesn’t matter that those who do keep entirely separate accounts and open their records to the government to prove that the federal funds are spent exactly on what they were allocated to cover. If one cent goes to Planned Parenthood, that’s a taxpayer going against his or her moral conscience and funding an abortion.
So why is money not “fungible” when it comes to crisis pregnancy centers?
Wallace’s friendship with Veronica has always been one of the foundations of the show. And now that he’s officially signed, I can admit that there was never a version of the script that didn’t include him. It just wouldn’t happen.