The best thing about scanning is when, while breezing through the stations—inadvertently hearing scary preacher men inform you you’re going to hell, or catching snatches of the same traffic report given twenty different ways, or getting the details of the latest Crazy Cal and Carla in the Morning! call-in contest—the best thing is when you hear a song that puts a smile on your face. And maybe even makes you dance in your car.

Friends, Beyonce does it for me. At least when she is Sasha Fierce, explaining the quid pro quo of liking it and putting a ring on it. I LOVE THAT SONG. And yes, I do secretly think I am Beyonce.

This is a true case of the power of the visual enhancing the audio. Does it work that way for everyone? Maybe I am just a child of the MTV generation, but I realize more and more just how much my attraction to a piece of music is affected by an acccompanying visual. Maybe that is why I like musicals so much.

At any rate: “Single Ladies (Put a Ring on It)” is not actually that great a song, necessarily, but the video, dude? Have you seen it? The amazing choreography, the way it’s shot, Beyonce’s thighs—breathtaking. Something about it just entrances me.

And yes, I wish I were Beyonce. I like to think I have a little Sasha Fierce in me. She is buried, deep down, in the body of one whose thighs would be rather less entrancing on film, and who rarely dances in her house, let alone with two other ladies in front of a camera. But oh, in my car? When that song comes on? I’m doing my own little thing, acting up, drink in my cup (NOT REALLY, COPPAHS!), couldn’t care less what you think.