Some people just have bad taste.
I’m not talking about my husband’s affinity for bluegrass. I get that some people like bluegrass. It’s not my thing, but I can appreciate it as an art form.
No, I’m talking about indisputably bad taste, like Sam’s love for McDonald’s.
Forgetting for a moment that there’s a toy involved (because that would sway even the most discerning five year old), Sam is very much in love with McDonald’s.
For some reason, Dave decided to start taking him there once a week after school for a snack. That’s weird because:
- the Dave I know wouldn’t be caught dead inside a McDonald’s, and
- while Sam’s been a frequent guest at Starbucks since his fourth day on earth, we’ve rarely taken him to McDonald’s before now.
Anyway, he’s under the McDonald’s spell. So much so that sometimes he tries to trick his Dad into thinking it’s Friday even when it isn’t (which is easier than one might think). Or he’ll ask to switch McDonald’s day to…today. Whatever today might be.
A certain percentage of adults also have frustratingly bad taste.
There’s rarely any way to explain, let alone talk these people out of having bad taste. There are as many reasons for it as there are people in the world.
The toy is just the beginning.
The perks of being a designer
One of the perks of being a designer is that, while you occasionally have to overhear the Allman Brothers Band* squeaking through somebody else’s headphones on the metro, I am forced into close orbit with these people pretty much every day.
Here’s how it typically shakes out:
- “Here’s what you should do.”
- “Oh, you don’t like it? Let me just try to convince you why I’m right.”
- “I can see you aren’t buying it. Let me just explain it one more time.”
- “Do you want fries with that?”
My wish for a new superpower
I would like a new superpower, and it’s this: I want to be able to see you coming.
*No offense to anyone who likes sitting in the dirt staring at animated mushrooms spinning around and around while the same song drones endlessly in the background.