"I don't know if you're beautiful because I love you too much"

Does everyone think they have good taste? Not in the well-mannered way, but in the "the things I like are quality" way? And is good even a word I feel comfortable using? By having a personal preference, does that automatically make it good because it is mine(or yours)?

(recently, I gave Light the instruction that while I was awake and he was playing Dragon Age, he was only allowed to ask the questions that he could reasonably believe wouldn't get someone punched in the face if he or she asked them of me. So things like Do you miss your dead son? are straight out.)

I'm listening to my ipod, requiring myself to lean outside of my standard stable of about 500 core songs and it's making me wonder about my own taste. For the most part, I think I like to listen to clever, well played music. Sweeping under the rug my fondness for some white rappers, I try to listen to artists who have given me, or seem like they might give me, shivers. And almost all the music that I want to just skip by comes from compilation albums or things I bought because I thought I wanted to be someone who listened to the band. (I totally do want to be someone who listen to the Decemberists, and I only thought I wanted to be someone who listens to We are Scientists.)

And I like my aesthetic taste. I think all my tattoos go well together, I think my house is quirky and comfortable and portrays a coherent idea of what home is to me.

And in some areas, I'm willing to say that my taste might not be good, but that at least I am aware of it. (I hatehatehate when people try to say that they like everything, or that they're too eclectic for labels. They aren't, that's sloppy thinking, unless someone literally enjoys every single thing he or she hears, there's always a unifying thread that makes up the idea of a personal taste.)

Which is entirely different than the idea that if someone hates or mocks everything that somehow an impossible-to-please standard means they have exceptional taste. Yes, I can say lots of mean things about many of the books I read, but that just means I abandon them and look for something I do like, or acknowledge that sometimes I want to read something even if there are moments that make me stabbity.

And I have tastes in almost everything, and I think that some of the reason I think some of my tastes aren't good are because I'm lining them up against a perceived standard (real tea drinkers like their tea unflavored, with no milk and sugar, as unmediated a relationship with the bush it came from as possible. I, on the other hand, like my tea sweet and light and to taste spiced.) and some because I don't have the language (I buy endless perfume samples, and I know that I like to smell like food, and for a while I tried to find another scent because I wanted to be sexy rather than comforting, but I always keep coming back to vanilla and skin musks)

Babble. It's possible it's time for me to start talking to people other than Light again, I might be going a wee bit cabin-mad.

"I don't know if you're beautiful because I love you too much"

Does everyone think they have good taste? Not in the well-mannered way, but in the "the things I like are quality" way? And is good even a word I feel comfortable using? By having a personal preference, does that automatically make it good because it is mine(or yours)?

(recently, I gave Light the instruction that while I was awake and he was playing Dragon Age, he was only allowed to ask the questions that he could reasonably believe wouldn't get someone punched in the face if he or she asked them of me. So things like Do you miss your dead son? are straight out.)

I'm listening to my ipod, requiring myself to lean outside of my standard stable of about 500 core songs and it's making me wonder about my own taste. For the most part, I think I like to listen to clever, well played music. Sweeping under the rug my fondness for some white rappers, I try to listen to artists who have given me, or seem like they might give me, shivers. And almost all the music that I want to just skip by comes from compilation albums or things I bought because I thought I wanted to be someone who listened to the band. (I totally do want to be someone who listen to the Decemberists, and I only thought I wanted to be someone who listens to We are Scientists.)

And I like my aesthetic taste. I think all my tattoos go well together, I think my house is quirky and comfortable and portrays a coherent idea of what home is to me.

And in some areas, I'm willing to say that my taste might not be good, but that at least I am aware of it. (I hatehatehate when people try to say that they like everything, or that they're too eclectic for labels. They aren't, that's sloppy thinking, unless someone literally enjoys every single thing he or she hears, there's always a unifying thread that makes up the idea of a personal taste.)

Which is entirely different than the idea that if someone hates or mocks everything that somehow an impossible-to-please standard means they have exceptional taste. Yes, I can say lots of mean things about many of the books I read, but that just means I abandon them and look for something I do like, or acknowledge that sometimes I want to read something even if there are moments that make me stabbity.

And I have tastes in almost everything, and I think that some of the reason I think some of my tastes aren't good are because I'm lining them up against a perceived standard (real tea drinkers like their tea unflavored, with no milk and sugar, as unmediated a relationship with the bush it came from as possible. I, on the other hand, like my tea sweet and light and to taste spiced.) and some because I don't have the language (I buy endless perfume samples, and I know that I like to smell like food, and for a while I tried to find another scent because I wanted to be sexy rather than comforting, but I always keep coming back to vanilla and skin musks)

Babble. It's possible it's time for me to start talking to people other than Light again, I might be going a wee bit cabin-mad.