When I graduated from college, a friend organized a grad party at a local pub. She hired a DJ and he agreed to play a list we gave him — a list compiled of two song choices from each graduate (class sizes tend to be small at art schools).

I helped her collect the song titles. It was utterly fascinating. The girl who was frenemy and complete bitch? She picked J Lo. The one who thought Vogue was fine literature? Vitamin C. Oh sure, there were some cool choices in there, but mostly I remember the ones that made me think “Ah-ha! That’s why we don’t get along”. I can sing Jenny from the Block with the best of them but I don’t really want to be known as the girl who picked that to sum her up at graduation. And I’m sure people thought the same of my choices.

Which were: