When I was high-school age, I had what most people would consider terrible taste in music. I remember being at a party once and kind of flirting with this one cute guy who asked if he could check out my iPod. We had been talking for awhile and he seemed pretty into me. But as he started scrolling through the artists on my iPod, he burst out laughing.

“Oh, my God,” he said. “Why do you listen to, like, little kid music?”

The conversation (and flirtation) pretty much ended there.

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