i was idly reading the amazon reviews for the new scissor sisters album ta dah! earlier today, while fetching the link to put them in my little featured fangirling sidebar thingy, and one of them noted something along the lines of: “saying that you don’t like scissor sisters is like saying you don’t like fun.”
(which is, y’know, pretty much true. i’m not asking anyone to go all crazy, here, or anything, but if you don’t at least reflexively tap a toe to something as easily accessible as “take your mama out,” you’re at least (a) stodgy or, more likely, (b) undead.) this goes a long way towards explaining a wacky interpersonal issue that’s been bothering me for about six months. clearly X. does not like fun! this explains everything! i feel so much better (and no small amount oblique) now!