I just went to a work-related party. My firm, for the first time ever, hired a DJ instead of the usual Valium-mellow jazz combo. (I'm being mean, the jazz combo was actually quite good).

It occurred to me while I was standing there listening that it was the first time in ages that I heard Lady Marmalade without being surrounded by at least half a dozen drag queens or flag-dancers.

It was oddly disconcerting, but not entirely unpleasant.