Ga Ga…Go Go…Google
I was just a young boy and when kids our age would see a beautiful woman that would make our hearts go pitter-patter, we would say that we were Ga-Ga over them.  It meant we were enamored with her. We thought that she was beautiful. That we thought she was racy, and possibly a girl of our dreams. It was an era when soldiers would paint pictures of them on their planes or on their tanks. These were the women caused men to think of home. It was a time when mechanics kept calendars with bathing beauties pictures hung up somewhere in their garage. It was a time we listened to women’s voices as they sang. We understood the lyrics. Many of these women weren’t svelte, but their voices caused us to listen with rapt attention, unlike the gyrating Lady Ga Ga of today. I hesitate to call them artists when they flaunt themselves with more risqué attire than did the burlesque queens like Ann Rand and her fan or bubble dances. Is it to deflect from their lack of quality in lyrics, music, or the sound of their voices?
When I see the words Go GO, I am reminded of the back-up dancers wearing knee high boots, mini-skirts, and huge earrings. These Go Go dancers were the eye-candy who would dance behind the vocalists and singing artists to add visual excitement to a lone entertainer or a small group of musicians. With the introduction of groups or back up bands, many actually preferred to perform stage before a live audience and the Go Go dancers were more of a distraction than an enhancement to the program. Often dancers got in the way. One exception where the Go Go dancers were welcome and that was Laugh In. Laugh In was a mixed genre of entertainment that thrust the use of Go Go dancers to the forefront. The television comedy program used Go Go dancers to transition from one comedy routine to another.
Google is a more recent occurrence. It was launched September 4th, 1998 in California. Since then it’s grown exponentially and has become a relative monopoly as a search engine. I understand capitalism and the need to make money when you “sell” a product, but it does get frustrating when Google monitors your searches and sells them to another company. If I search for a product on line, I get flooded with companies who offer me the same product that I “Googled” just a bit earlier.
A friend posted that yesterday was the “National Bean Counter Day.” I posted that the bean counters want to know everything you do, know everywhere you go, and anything you buy; just another unwelcome extension of crypto-currency to control our lives. So needless to say, I’m not Ga Ga over Google but I often Go Go to it on the internet.