That's the rule I insist on in all aspects of my life: if I don't like something, nobody else should like it, either.

No Concrete Blonde, Cowboy Junkies, or Elvis Costello? Jesus.

The reasons given? Privilege. White. Bully. Greatness. Looks.

I have a crush on Mrs. Teti, but it's a platonic crush, so it's okay.

Andrea, as a 6'5" guy who loves being close to the stage, here's a tip: you (and your friend) need to just ask to stand in front of me. As long as I'm still close enough to the stage to look up Liz Phair's skirt (in full understanding of the irony), and as long as you're not so tall you block my date's view (I tend…

All good stuff.  And I don't think the petty ones are petty; I eye-roll harder at an obviously empty coffee cup than I do at people behaving stupidly in a stressful situation, for instance.

All good stuff.  And I don't think the petty ones are petty; I eye-roll harder at an obviously empty coffee cup than I do at people behaving stupidly in a stressful situation, for instance.

I saw "Total Recall" stoned to high heaven, so I had no problem with employing a meta-cheat to come to an iron-clad decision:

"Farley Colt" seems like a weird inside joke.  (Walter Farley, writer of the Black Stallion/Blood Bay Colt books.)  Just a coincidence?

I loved those toys.  I had pretty much all of the action figures, many in multiples (because they came in different colored clear plastic, foreshadowing the iMac).  My favorites were Baron Karza and Oberon, both of whom were heavy, solid, sturdy figures with detachable magnetic ball-socket joints.  Each also had a…