When I went off to college I learned the hard way that some things just weren’t cool anymore. Or at least not in the groups I was trying to infiltrate. (Any group that had a hacky sack.) Like Top 40 radio. Or television. Or even shaving. (Yes. I hung out in those circles.) While I dropped the Top 40 radio and the television (was not much of a TV watcher to begin with, if you can believe that) – I kept shaving. It was weird, I felt like I had to justify my hair-free legs to my Deadhead peer group. “I’m not doing it because society tells me to, I SWEAR. I’m doing it because I just like the feel of smooth legs! It makes me happy!”
(Because society probably told me it would make me happy, right?)
This happens to all of us…we find ourselves in a position where our peers seem to have a group think that something conformist is BAD. It’s not just the long-haired hippies, we all do it in some form or another. My husband totally prides himself on never seeing Titanic. It’s like a badge of honor for him. Everyone else has seen it. He has not. His is faaaaar superior to you in every way because of that.
(Sidenote: His attitude is not quite that extreme. But – he stopped reading my blog recently because of a firewall at work blocking the pictures (BUT NOT THE WORDS!) so I told him I was going to start trash talking him now to force him to read just to defend himself.)
I have my own Titanic and it’s called Grey’s Anatomy. I’ve never seen an episode and I don’t know why I’m so damn proud of that. It’s like my proof that I don’t get sucked into EVERY. SINGLE. CRAZE. I don’t know, but if anyone talks about it? I feel this incredible need to throw out into conversation that, “I don’t watch that show! Never seen it! Ever!” Really? Does anyone care?
Lately though – I’ve caught myself being almost snotty about certain things. I don’t go full into BEYATCH mode, but I do sound like I need a good punch in the face. Someone recently mentioned loving one of those Real Housewives shows and I was all, “Oh. I don’t watch those. That’s just not the kind of show I get into.”
Now…read the words alone and they don’t sound so bad. But be there in person? And it sounds like I’m saying, “Oh. That show is way below my refined tastes in entertainment.” Because nothing says “refined” like Hannah Montana. The reason why I wanted to snap back and punch myself in the face is because I’ve heard that SO MANY TIMES regarding two things in particular: Harry Potter and Twilight. I’ve found myself talking about those things before (which I’m prone to do…) when in the company of someone who feels this incredible need to say, “Oh. I’ve never gotten into those. Just not my thing.” Now, sometimes it’s the person who just honestly can’t get into them. Like I am with the Lord of the Rings books. I’ve tried, I really have, and I often feel like I have to apologize to people for NOT getting into them. No, I end up with the Snotty McSnottyPants who looks down on me like, “Oh. You read those books? With magic? With vampires? I could just not get into those.”
To which I want to say, “What do you mean? How could you not like them? ARE YOU DEAD INSIDE?”
Many times I think we close ourselves off to the idea of something because we are just in love with resisting it. Several people have told me the excellent bit of dialog from “Grey’s Anatomy” where a character loses their Dad and states they don’t want to live in a world without their Dad. “Hey. That’s kinda how I feel. Maybe that show isn’t so sucky afterall.”
I am so guilty of just resisting things just so that I can say that I do resist it. And you know what? I’m going to stop doing that. Now, I’m not going to watch “Grey’s Anatomy” – I just don’t have room in my schedule. But that’s what I’ll say. “I watch too much other not necessarily better television to squeeze in another show.” Instead of acting like I’m somehow better before I even give something a try. This is especially a good policy in case I someday want to give something a try and don’t want to have to answer a bunch of, “I thought you said you’d NEVER!” type of questions. (Example: The iPhone. I gave in. I can’t help it. Oh, and Facebook. And Activa yogurt. All of those things are now awesome, I admit.)
But I still think you’re dead inside if you don’t like the Twilight books.