I understand that not everyone is going to like me all of the time, but I'm not sure what I did to upset Dr. Harold Toboggans. I featured the good doctor in my 365 Memphians series yesterday, along with some nice words about the work he's doing with Mind Over Memphis. This morning, I woke up to the doctor's declaration of war. I understand that he thinks that I'm I'm "way too perky", but that's not a very good reason to get upset. It's definitely not a good reason to threaten me with some kind of noodly justice (whatever that means) at Rock for Love this weekend. I could turn the other cheek. I could shrug my shoulders, say something like "to each his own" and go on about my day. But I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to do it because at my core, I'm a middle school girl. And when middle school girls get lip, they fight back. Specifically, they fight back with something potentially embarrassing. Dr. Toboggans, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, but you've really left me no choice. The good people of Memphis need to know that despite your claims, you're not at all bad. Here's proof - you dancing at Trolley Tour: I'm sorry, but those aren't the moves of a fearsome villain. Bring on your pasta-based justice, and I'll bring a fork - I love noodles.