Coming Out of the Closet

Hello, my name is Denise and I like listening to the Jonas Brothers. (many people in unison 'Hello Denise.')  Yes, I admit it.  I'm glad Bailey likes them so I have an excuse.  I wonder if my mom liked New Kids on the Block?  And did Grandma Betty like Elvis and the Beatles?  Of course I am not comparing the Jonases to Elvis and the Beatles, but you get my drift.  Could it be that all grown women are like those in the movie Music and Lyrics:  wanting to relive their glory days of music, the cassette tape of their lives?  In a twist of fate Bailey is belting out Don't Stop Believen' at the top of her voice on her MP3 player.  Maybe it is okay for me to listen to the Jonas Bros. on mine.