Me and my pal Steve were talking about Karyn White's song "Superwoman":

Me: The first verse is veering into "Trapped in the Closet" territory with the exhaustive description of the breakfast and its preparation methods.

Me: It's eons better, but it was getting a little off the rails.

Steve: Pouring her soul into a description of her domestic mundanity!

Me: Fair. This was just as sisters started doing it for themselves.

Me: I just picture mothers and sitting together listening to this song. The mother with a steely looik and a single tear rolling down her cheek, saying "Baby, listen to Ms. Karyn".

Me: #Metoo started when a young woman heard this song on the old school jams station and dialed the newspaper on a rotary phone.