It’s funny how some things in our life we just conveniently erase from our minds.
I had forgotten about one particular incident with my 2nd ex-husband until Mikey mentioned Vanity 6.
I used to have a lot of albums. I was (am) a Prince fanatic, and by association, I was into his various girl bands. (I did miss Carmen Electra as a rapper, but I think I can survive that)
One of my favorite albums was a solo effort by Vanity called “Wild Animal". It had some great songs on it. When Mikey mentioned it, I had to go back into the dark recesses of my mind to try to figure out what the hell happened to that record.
Then, I remembered.
When I married my second husband, he seemed like a relatively normal, albeit pretty republican guy. He never let on through our courtship that he was indeed a bigot.
One day, as I was happily spinning Prince’s International Lover, he went NUTS. He started screaming, saying the N word and scared the shit out of me. He grabbed my albums and started throwing every one of them by a black artist out into the driveway. Having come from a first marriage of violence, I was not strong enough at that time in my life to stand up to him.
Once all the albums were culled, he then went into the garage, got a sledge hammer, and proceeded to bash every one of those albums into smithereens.
Isn’t that a fucked up deal? Thank God I am not married to him any longer, although he has recently expressed regrets about our breakup. I was stunned. We were about as compatible as salt on a snail.
So, in a bitchy moment, I reminded him that I got him to vote for Dukakis, he got really pissed about it ALL over again, and now I don’t think I will hear from him anymore.
Heh. Thinking back on the album incident, one wonders why I would even want to, no?