Way back in '89 or so, when my first girlfriend and I had been dating for about 6 months, we were lazing around on a Sunday afternoon, flipping through TV channels. I stopped on a Cowboys game, which I really wanted to watch. She became agitated, insisting I change the channel (which I didn't want to do), finally blurting out: "When I was growing up, I HAD to watch that every Sunday." Funny, but as a small-town Texas girl, that's all I grew up watching every Sunday, too. Only, it was a FOND memory for me, not an element of torture. It was a FUN thing to root for the Cowboys with my dad and the whole family.
This same first girlfriend also never wanted to go see Rick Broussard/Two Hoots and Holler with me, a band I found tremendously personal and inspiring. I managed to drag her to exactly ONE show; her sole sullen response: "No one here is into vampires." This same person owned exactly TWO books: a Scientology tome by L. Ron Hubbard and "Lolita." This same 36-year-old person (I was 23) also took me to an alleged "Christmas" party where there were nothing but drug-addled 19-year-olds sitting on the floor around a small, shitty tree decorated with spiders and skulls playing "The Alphabet Game" -- which involved sing-songing "A is for Asshole, B is for Butthole, C is for Cunt..."
I think I'd failed to explain myself to this woman: I liked Cowboys football. My favorite local band was Two Hoots and a Holler, which is why I wanted to share the experience of seeing them with her. I thought those who liked vampires and L. Ron Hubbard and "Lolita" were immature fetishists. I liked my Christmas bright and shiny and tinselly and full of food and family fun --- as low-rent as I got on Christmas was liking and wanting to hear the Rat Pack Christmas album among the other traditional Christmas songs.
A "hip" co-worker, trying to be hip, once said to me that she loved going to get a greasy burger on Christmas; my response was that I could get a greasy burger every day of the year; on Christmas, I liked having a home-cooked turkey meal. Same with Cowboys football: I can get shitty "A is for Asshole" sing-songing by random idiotic people every day of the year; when it comes to communally watching a Cowboys game, though, you get a group mutually emotionally invested in something and not (for heaven's boring sake) being ironic about it.