A couple of weeks ago, I was having a conversation with the very nice guy, aka genius, who does my hair, wherein I mentioned that I liked Amy Winehouse. He was, shall we say, derisive.
Me: The thing is, since I never listen to the radio, ever, I only barely heard "Rehab," like, three weeks ago. So I never got sick of it.
Genius: [his exact words are lost to memory, but basically, the gist was, "In that case, I'll allow it."]
Me: Shut up.
But this came back to me a couple of weeks ago when I happened to be in the car when This American Life was on. I am hardly ever in my car when that show is on, and generally I never listen to the radio in the house. So that means that I hardly ever listen to This American Life, which means--I never got sick of it.
[All of you who are sick of This American Life: In that case, we'll allow it.]
Well, if you didn't hear the "Tough Room" show a couple of weeks ago, I recommend that you listen to the last segment, Malcolm Gladwell discussing his first real journalism job at the Washington Post. It is so hilarious I probably shouldn't have been driving while I was listening.
You can hear the whole show here--the Gladwell bit is at the end. One other tough room--two Mormon missionaries trying to contact people in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Ouch.