His Hands Are Small, We Know

If you lived in North America and listened to the radio a lot in 1998, chances are the title of this post is doing something weird to your brain. Brace yourselves — it’s only getting weirder (and more awesome) from here.

I have a completely earnest love for the song “Hands” by Jewel, and have since I first heard it in high school. I make no apology for this: a space has been arranged to the left for the haters. In recent months, ever since people started commenting on that hairy orange pustule’s hands being notably small, my mind would tick over to Jewel singing “my hands are small, I know.”

There’s a pastiche in that, I thought. But probably no one remembers that song, and deeply earnest somewhat religious yearning folk rock songs from the late 90s are no one’s jam. 

Also I was a bit reluctant to associate a song I deeply love with the aforementioned HOP.

But this morning, while reading through my daily webcomics, I saw that the creator of Sinfest and I have been surfing the same wavelength for some time.

If you’ve not heard the song before, listen to it below first.

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfsS3pIDBfw]