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Recently I saw the video of Natasha Bedingfield’s song “Love Like This,” and it reminded me of an incident from high school. In the video, the singer, dramatizing “true love,” says she remembers a guy from high school, and she never found another “love like this.” After flirting with her perfect guy in the park, she climbs on the back of his motorcycle and wraps her arms around him. Off they ride into their happy life. It’s a nice song, a happy song, subtly promoting monogamous relationships since in her mind there will never be another “love like this.” It was the motorcycle incident in the video that took me back to high school. In 1984, Bruce Springsteen released “Born in the USA,” an album I thought was so awesome that I just had to see Bruce in concert. My friend Fiona and I sat in the nosebleed seats of the Denver arena and rocked out with Bruce and the E Street Band. I still have vivid memories (albeit slightly dimmed with time) of Bruce singing the title track of the album. Fiona and I both bought white t-shirts with the American flag emblazoned on the front—the “Born in the USA”
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