A decade ago, I was a huge fan of Ally McBeal, a television show that was beyond quirky with its dancing babies and unisex bathroom. At one point, the title character is trying to think of what would be her theme song. John, one of the partners in her law firm, is known for playing Barry White’s “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything” in his head whenever he needs to feel stronger and more able to handle whatever situation sits in front of him. Ally spends an episode searching for her own theme song; I admit I can’t remember what she chose.
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