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But this did NOT give me goosebumps. It turned my stomach. I even waited a few days to see if it was just my mood or sleep-deprivation doing it to me, but nope. That is an endocrine disrupted young male, trying to make the best out of the raw deal of his birth, and his spindle legs and barrel torso and thin whiskers and little girl's voice all add up to infertile feminized incarnation of human misery in my heart.
I won't include all the little voice tricks kids use to call it singing nowadays because those are just popular, no matter how much they irk me. I mean, even Adele resorts to them once in a while, and she's definitely not a wannabe in the singing department.
pipe up any time....
