Snowflake Agreewithmyrudeness Specialia:
My SO’s mother was recounting the story of one of her first dates with her husband to me. Evidently, they were on a drive through the mountains, and she put one of his 8 track tapes in for music. It turned out to be some sort of heavy metal band ("you know, that rwaaaar rwaaar rwaaaar kind of music… horrible!"), so she took great delight in telling me that she rolled down the window, chucked it out, and "he’s never listened to anything but country western and easy listening since!"
I must admit, I wasn’t very graceful either, because as she stared at me, obviously expecting me to praise her for her great handling of the situation and training of said husband, all I could respond with was "sounds like a waste of a great 8 track" (I happen to love late-70s metal, myself). That was much kinder than what my brain was screaming ("seriously, why did this man keep dating you, let alone marry you after this and other similar stories!").
WOW! That's just...I think I'd be staring at her in disbelief myself. DH and I don't see eye to eye on some forms of music (He loves anime but is not a huge fan of musicals. I'm the opposite) but I wouldn't dream of throwing his cd's out the window!
I'll out myself as an SS about now.
Waaaay back in the dark ages when my husband and I first started dating, there were two things wrong with the musical world. The Red Nose Song (a fundraiser cassette for the SIDs foundation in NZ) and Billy Ray Cyrus. (Some gave all...I didn't ) We lived in the back of beyond so most dates involved a great deal of driving. I should note that they came out roughly within 6 months of each other.
After about 6 weeks of non stop tormenting me with which ever one came out first, let's say Achy Breaky Heart, I grabbed it out of the tape deck, pulled a little of the tape out and threw it out the window.
A month of two later, the next one was released. And over played. And despite the begging and the pleading and finally the warning about what happened last time, it too suffered the same fate.
It's been a running joke for the past few years as to the depth of my distaste for both songs - once he bought home the Billy ray CD from a 2nd hand shop. I gave it to a friend a few months later when we moved. And every now and then he'll crank it up on youtube because he knows I won't throw that out the window. Yet.
So I'm an SS. And I can live with it.
Okay a quick little threadjack bc I never thought I'd get an opening to tell this hilarious story. I think the Aunt in the story was the SS but you guys be the judge:
As legend goes, somewhere down on the ocean floor there lies a lone Jimmy Buffett CD. Consigning it to a watery grave occurred under very extenuating circumstances. My exBFFs Aunt took her and her cousins on a boat trip. The CD in question was the only
thing played. On a loop. For days
. Out on the water with no escape. I'm pretty sure government interrogators use a similar technique of musical torture when trying to break spies. The kids were driven to their breaking point, and in desperation threw the offending album overboard and told the Aunt that *shrug* "it got lost." To this day I don't know if she has any idea that they meant "lost at sea" and not "lost somewhere on the boat."
Funny epilogue: Years later my friend changed her stance on Jimmy Buffett but only played him when she was on vacation. As she put it "You can be made to hate any song, good or bad, if you are forced to listen to it a million times!"
I really hate the subspecies of Special Snowflake TheWorldIsMyTrashcanum. I see it a lot when I am walking around downtown. My absolute least favorite is the variation TheWorldIsMyDogsToiletis - if looks could kill any Snowflake who I have seen letting their dog poop and not picking it up would be melted into an entitled puddle under my fiery gaze.