Hey there, fabulous readers!

It’s Tina here, back with another installment of my life’s quirky chronicles. Today, I want to talk about something that’s been a bit of a theme song in my life lately—Bobby Brown’s classic hit, “My Prerogative.”

Now, if you’re anything like me, you’ve probably belted this tune at the top of your lungs at least once, maybe in the shower where acoustics make us all sound like pop stars. Or perhaps you’ve attempted those legendary dance moves in front of the mirror, only to be caught by a bewildered pet or an amused family member. No? Just me? Well, let me share why this song resonates so deeply with my everyday shenanigans.

First off, let’s chat about the lyrics. “I don’t need permission, make my own decisions.” If that doesn’t scream independence, I don’t know what does. Picture this: It’s a sunny Saturday morning, and I’ve decided, against all logic, to rearrange my entire living room. Why? Because it’s my prerogative! Of course, halfway through moving the couch, I realize I’m stuck under it, but hey, details.

The beauty of “My Prerogative” is that it’s all about owning your choices, even if they occasionally lead you to moments of questionable judgment. Like that time I thought it was a brilliant idea to cut my own bangs. Spoiler alert: It wasn’t. But as I stood there, scissors in one hand and a tuft of hair in the other, Bobby’s voice echoed in my head, reminding me that it’s perfectly okay to march to the beat of my own drum—even if that drumbeat is slightly off.

Another instance where “My Prerogative” played in my mental background was during one of those family gatherings where everyone has an opinion about everything. You know the type. Aunt Linda thinks I should settle down; Cousin Joe believes I should switch careers, and Grandma just wants to know when I’m going to start liking her infamous fruitcake. (Sorry, Grandma, the answer is never.) But amidst the chaos, I remember Bobby’s wise words. I nod, smile, and continue doing what feels right for me—because, after all, it’s my prerogative.

And let’s not forget the small victories, like deciding to wear that bold, bright outfit that’s been sitting in my closet for months. I strut down the street feeling like I’m on a runway, fully aware that I might look like a highlighter but embracing it nonetheless. Why? You guessed it—my prerogative.

But beyond the humor and the dance-worthy beats, the song carries a deeper message. It’s about self-acceptance and the courage to be unapologetically yourself. In a world that often tries to tell us who to be, having an anthem that celebrates individuality is like a breath of fresh air. It’s a reminder that it’s okay to take the road less traveled, even if you occasionally trip over your own feet (which I do, frequently).

So, my dear readers, the next time you find yourself in a situation where everyone seems to have an opinion about your life, put on “My Prerogative,” crank up the volume, and let Bobby Brown remind you that you’re in the driver’s seat. Whether it’s embracing a new hobby, pursuing a passion, or simply dancing around your living room with reckless abandon—do it with confidence, humor, and maybe a little bit of sass.

Until next time, keep dancing to your own beat and remember: it’s your prerogative!

With love and laughter,
Tina