I love Kylie Minogue dance pop.

You don’t have to think or even feel. I mean, even with good stuff like Moby, there’s a certain level of emotions running deep under, at least for me. I challenge you to listen to Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad and not feel gorgeously awful after.

But with Kylie, there’s nothing there, which is perfect. She knows it’s airhead porn, but the kind where she knows you’re lapping up her every curve and she has you eating out of her fingers. The casual flirting of an older, more experienced woman who’s hotter than ever.

Yeah.

I can be serious, melancholic, delirious, happy, angry, whatever. With Kylie, I don’t have to think or feel. Just be. And that’s a luxury these days.

So put one of her songs on and dissolve…

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