What's up with the name?

Some of you may be wondering why my blog is named "I wasn't a Mouseketeer". Well, I'll give you a little insight.

For a period of time, it seemed like every new celebrity had had some affiliation with Disney's The New Mickey Mouse Club, and the popular media felt obligated to beat this like a dead horse.

Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, that guy who dated Tara Reid, dude from The Notebook -- they were all on The Mickey Mouse Club, and we know that. We don't need to be reminded every time one of them takes a shit, that they sang and danced on a crappy kid's show in the early 90's. In fact, anyone who isn't already well-aware that Britney Spears was a Mouseketeer must be deaf, blind, lacking hands, and a little retarded.

This was the inspiration for the title of my blog -- the countless hours that have been stolen from my life because some idiot thought I needed to see a clip of Justin Timberlake with feathered bangs.

Following this example, I want everyone to be aware that I WASN’T A MOUSEKETEER! Every time someone stumbles upon my blog, I want them to be very aware of the fact that I was NEVER on The Mickey Mouse Club, and if, by some divine justice, I ever become famous, I want it in my contract that each time my name is publicly uttered, it will be followed by “not a former Mouseketeer”.

I’ll remind you again in 10 minutes.