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On the fundamental importance of good taste

Let’s just get this out of the way immediately: I date the worst dudes. This is a fact.

I once caught my last boyfriend googling “hipster fashion” and saving the image results after weeks of him whining to me about how his bangs looked and if his jeans were “indie rock” enough. I know. I KNOW.

When you’re involved with someone who’s not exactly “on your level”, it can be nice to feel like you have the upper hand. You know your taste in music is far superior, you’re definitely funnier than them, and you’ll probably never spell anything wrong on the internet unless it’s ironic and on purpose and in a diatribe dedicated to making fun of them. But it’s also really, really sad.

That’s why it’s so refreshing to see dudes keeping it real and basically being the one-person version of Wu-Tang. My friend Travis at Buddyhead has been writing for the Huffington Post lately, but more importantly, he finally has his list of the best and worst albums of 2009. It is everything that it should be. Not only does he finally have the balls to tell all those fucking nerds and lazy musical-pussy-footers that Animal Collective is seriously AWFUL, but there are also mp3s of some of the best music you probably haven’t heard.

Every time I read something on Buddyhead, I’m secretly worried that Travis is going to be making fun of an ex-boyfriend of mine (which has happened, on several occasions) but then I realize that I shouldn’t be worried, and it’s EXACTLY what I would have said. HEY, NERD. You have terrible taste, and I was seriously misguided in thinking you were a suitable mate. Go cry over your haircut and write a song about it after three hours of listening to Phoenix and sewing your jeans so that they fit tighter. Because you’re terrible. Just terrible. I am much better off dating a self-aware, hilarious, articulate, nerd who maybe doesn’t wear skinny jeans or have perfect bangs, but can at least bring to me orgasm or make me laugh so hard I get Jersey Shore-esque abs from one night of giggles.

I guess what I’m trying to say here, is that sometimes, shit is life-affirming. Sometimes it’s just funny, and sometimes it’s both. Read Buddyhead’s best/worst of 2009 list and thank me later.