The Web, in fact, probably contains more than a few items that I would prefer to have expunged from the record, or at least altered in my favor. One such item appears in a music review that I wrote for KQED.org. It is yet more evidence that when it comes to "street smarts," you can count me out.
Here is the embarrassing part. I wrote:
I have no idea what a head shop is, but after hearing the song of the same title, I keep singing "Meet me at the head shop/Forget yourself and leave it all behind..."If pressed to guess at the time, I'd have said maybe "head shop" was some kind of European slang for a corner store. I was later informed that I'm pretty much the only person in the world older than 10 years old who does not know what a head shop is.
Even after having it defined, I'm still not sure I understand the term. It doesn't help that I've never smoked anything, not even a cigarette, in my life. When it comes to drugs, I was scared straight before I ever got crooked by the film My Bodyguard, just as I was going into seventh grade.
I begged to correct the review, which had already been published, but my editor thought the naivete was cute. So there my idiocy remains, preserved for all to see. My only consolation is that the page views for some unknown reviewer's opinions on a low-profile artist are likely to be very scant.
Please feel free to share any instances of your own naivete here. As everyone learns in school, the ridicule of others can help distract from one's own shortcomings.