Why Do I Like The Things That I Like?

Do you ever find yourself liking something - a movie, a TV show, a song - that, if you stop to think about it, really makes you hate yourself for liking it?  For instance, should a grown man really find himself enjoying a Miley Cyrus song?  Or, is there any reason that a mature, macho dude should get agitated if he misses an episode of Real Housewives of New York City?

Like for instance, sometimes I get very agitated with myself for not particularly liking to watch sports on TV.  This causes major problems for me when in a social setting where I must make conversation with regular guys.  The best thing I've got to talk about is poker.  After that I'm stuck with giving a weather forecast - partly cloudy with a chance of rain, by the way.

Since I'm not all into the stuff "normal" guys are into - cars, sports, talking derogatorily about women, I often describe myself as half gay.  The half that likes shopping, and fruity drinks, and celebrity gossip, not the half that likes having sex with guys.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  I just don't particularly find anything appealing about another man.  Maybe I'm a lesbian?

This whole thought process came about because I kept getting that new stupid Miley Cyrus song stuck in my head.  So I say to Mrs. S, "I hate to admit this, but I think I actually like that new Miley Cyrus song."  To which she replies, "The fact that you just admitted to it is worse than the fact that you like it."  And I think she kind of has a point.  I hate when that happens.

In my defense, I have been enjoying this year's NHL hockey playoffs.  That's something, right?  Can't get much more manly than hockey.  So there's that - even if New Kids On The Block is my all time favorite band.

Stickman out!