July 30, 2011
For years, when heat and humidity have gotten the better of me, I've resorted to saying, often to my own disgust at the association, "It's hotter than a crotch." Until recently, I never knew it was a Bob Dylan lyric (from the song Hot Mama); a comment on a friend's Facebook page supplied the information. I thought I came up with that gem all by my sickening lonesome. (The word "crotch" in and of itself is enough to induce cringing.) I suppose, instead, that it seeped/oozed/melted into my sweet (sub)consciousness thanks to the Dylan-soaked atmosphere in which I was raised.