A little bit of Monica in my life

Having OCD is a lot like listening to Mambo No. 5.

Having OCD is like listening to two songs at the same time. One is a song you really like. For me that’s something with angsty lyrics, a strong yet subtly-flawed female vocalist—maybe the soft twang of a banjo sprinkled in there.

The other is arguably the worst song ever made: Lou Bega’s 1999 hit, Mambo No. 5. 

When I was 18 and about to start college, I …