Kosher Dill

A scene from a Lil’ Kim video popped into my head this evening, and I can’t for the life of me recall which song it’s for. The clip goes like this: It’s nighttime, and an outdoor party is flipping off the hizzle. It must be on a tropical island, ‘cause everyone is sweating like they mean it even though they’re wearing next to nothing. Lil’ Kim is eating a pickle like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted—she is really enjoying the pickle—when something catches her eye… A boy! (A sweaty, salty, presumably not dill-flavored young boy.)

What song is this for? It’s driving me crazy!

Say what you will about Lil’ Kim, but she’s the only singer I can think of who’s eaten a whole pickle in a music video. No one can take that away from her. (Unless, of course, someone reading this can name another pop singer who has eaten a whole pickle in his/her music video.)

I love pickles. Kosher pickles, dill pickles, garlic pickles, Polish pickles, German pickles—I love them all, loaded with easy allegory or not. And therefore I love Lil’ Kim. (I wouldn’t mind being her easy allegory, either. Don’t tell my wife!)

Also, I love 60s girl groups. This is why I blew all the money I had saved for Nathaniel’s birthday present on the “One Kiss Can Lead to Another: Girl Group Sounds Lost & Found” RHINO anthology, which I have every intention of keeping for myself. I’m sure he’ll love the matching salt-and-pepper shakers I got him instead.

xxxooo,
Ben Lee