“I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like... Books, records, films -- these things matter. Call me shallow but it's the damn truth, and by this measure I was having one of the best dates of my life.” -High Fidelity
As a sort of question to all of you, I post this quote from a fabulous movie. Glorious movie!, and I’ll take any of you on the mat to prove it (ha! Who am I kidding about fighting, but you get the idea). I have spent my entire life having more or less ‘requirements of taste’ in my inner circle of friends, and certainly with my sweethearts. This is fairly common, right? If you don’t think these things are funny, then maybe you won’t get my humor at all. If you don’t think my favorite books are beautifully written, then perhaps you won’t understand the way I see the world.
This has gotten me into trouble. I would normally describe myself as pretty open and inviting of others, but these preferences I have get me labeled as an elitist. I have tried to reexamine, downshift, and avert your eyes. It’s as if knowing that we’re going to disagree on something I hold so dearly, is too painful. I’d prefer not to know.
So when you say that you love love love my favorite things, I swoon. I can’t help it. How lovely you like these things too. You have such great taste! What’s superfabulous, is when you like things I have yet to know, and then I see/read/watch these things and realize that your own collection of preferred pieces of entertainment are equally brilliant.
I have gotten better. I don’t have any expectations that my friends will adore Woody Allen. I know that he makes most people cringe. Such a shame his love affair with his stepdaughter would ruin his work. What’s the big deal?!?! Ha!
I feel like this can go two ways. If you and I are at odds in our worldviews and passions in life, if you pass my ‘requirements of taste’, I think we can still have a great time together. Inversely, if our conversations skip without a hitch, and you’re fabulous in so many ways, let’s not worry about the details of what entertains you (i.e. Chey, I still adore you, despite our differing of preferences).
Now, should you be glamorous and amazing + you share my love of The Postal Service, Vonnegut, and Waiting for Guffman, well I will carve your initials in my life’s tree trunk.
4 comments:
Glamorous, check. Amazing, check. Waiting for Guffman, uh, not so much.
It really is just a version of the age old question, can I love someone who loves sports?
But do we really just want to be dating some version of ourself? Surrounding ourselves with people who share our opinions, and agree with every thought that passes through our head. Isn't it better to find your compliment, your counterpart, rather than your carbon copy?
Except for sports. Sports is where I draw the line.
you must factor in who is a romantic and who is a realist.
i'm just tired of everyone going ape shit over these boring, threadbare movies whose endings are so unsatisfying as to make me homicidal.
that said, i appreciate that you still like me. we'll always have sharpies.
a realist, ms. i love jane austen??
and as for you, mr. blankenship... some sports are FABULOUS! and we're not just talking mates - friends too have to fall into our out of these lines of taste as well! thank goodness you're glamorous and amazing! ;)
I hear you on the sports, Jacob :( I mean, ew. Oh Gab... while I do have a broader movie pallet than C, I get tired of dry toast artsyfartsy films that leave me feeling like I just wasted two hours of my life. But, I'll sit down to a glass of wine and a Jane Austen adaptation with you any day :)
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