when I tell them that Crowded House is my favorite band. And I figure, that’s okay, because I make fun of a lot of other people for a whole bunch of reasons, and maybe there’s a physical law that governs the amount of taunting in the universe, and sends each of us back what we put out there. But regardless, when my co-worker came by my desk the other day and said, “Hey, did you see that sissy band you like is playing at The Greek Theater in August?” it was the best news I’d heard since I talked those cops out of giving me a DUI.* Tickets go on sale this Saturday, and while I’ll no doubt take some abuse from people for going to see a 1980’s one hit wonder pop act from New Zealand, I’m pretty sure at some point I did or said something to deserve it.
By the way, the best thing about my belief system (as pertains to hurtful taunting) is that no one is to blame; if I receive taunts for my musical taste, then surely I’ve done or said things to deserve the taunting. And conversely, if I tease a closeted gay co-worker about how totally gay he is, only to find out later that he really was full on, “I am into penises” gay, well then surely he too did something to deserve the taunts he received. Probably something gay, knowing him.
*Note: just kidding, honey – or AM I?