Life throws you all kinds of challenges. The ones that are most difficult usually have to do with people. I can deal with different opinions and can even enjoy hearing them presented or argued if it is in an entertaining way.
I discovered pop in the Amy Grant era then moved on to Tiffany, Kylie Minogue and New Kids on the Block. I got a little more sophisticated as the years went on and became dismissive and even scornful of musicians that had ‘sold out’ and were ‘too commercial’. These days I reckon I still have good musical taste, but take more of a broad spectrum approach. That said (and I’ve said it before)… it really hurts when you find out a good friend likes Nickelback. It makes you ask yourself all kinds of things – do I really know you? Should I trust your taste in anything?
There are a few things in life that I love to hate. Boat shoes are an old enemy. The recent equivalent for me is wet look tights. In my opinion they are to the eyes what Nickelback is to ears – a bit nasty. As well as the Nickelback loving friend, I have another friend who loves her wet-look tights. I am reminding myself (as she told me as I blanched) that we don’t all have to like the same things. I’m pretty sure tomorrow I’ll discover someone who I’ve always admired in the fashion game wearing boat shoes. It’s like my life is turning on its head. The question is this… how far do people have to go before your responsibility to love people through their mistakes is over?
It’s just seven days before my least favourite nu-rockers hit Auckland. I truly believe that we have a responsibility to the scraggly haired and sadly misguided ‘music fans’. We need to show them that there is a better way. I’m thinking placards with clever slogans like ‘What does Nickelback mean anyway?’ and ‘Make love not Nickelback’ would really help them. There is a clear opportunity for a record label to give away samples of music to this untapped market who have clearly never been exposed to good music before.
I’m going to the Naked Samoans’ fundraising show for the Tsunami that night, so I won’t be able to lead the protest (too busy being a do-gooder) but I really reckon you should do it.
A final semi-related word of caution: Leggings are not pants. If you insist on wearing them with short tops, do perform the necessary checks to ensure that they’re not wearing thin. There are things the public on the street do not need to see and that includes your knickers. I’m just trying to help you, promise.