I think it may seem weird, even hypocritical, of me to trash KISS in my previous post for being so commercial, so pandering towards a tasteless demographic and then declare that “Tell Him” by Celine Dion and Barbra Streisand is my guilty pleasure. But when I hear Dion sing, I completely believe her. I know she’s cheesy, and I know her songs were written by committees that got their instructions from focus groups and corporate suits, but Dion could sing the phone book and I’d believe that every number mattered. The woman owns her cheese like no one else. (Check out the great little book on her cheesiness, Celine Dion’s Let’s Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste.) She’s an unabashed dork, and the video for this song, which features all of her kooky facial expressions and jerky neck twitches, warms my dorky soul. As for Barbra, I don’t feel guilty for loving her at all. The woman is unarguably one of the greatest singers of the last 50 years, just as Dion is in her own special way, and when they harmonize, it’s like butter.