Also, Billie Eilish's music is garbage. How anyone could like that boring ass drivel is beyond me. She's like the onions of music. Just why?
The first time I heard one of her songs, my thought was, "All she does is mumble." I listened to a few other songs and then heard the appeal. She manages to sneak in some really good melodies with the way she sings. I can't say I'd go out of my way to hear her stuff, but you never know, I guess. I did read that she has a new album coming out soon, so time will tell.
There was one song I heard a while back that sounded completely different than anything else she's done that didn't sound bad at all. I don't know what it was called nor am I interested enough to search it out. Bad Guy (like many other songs) won a Grammy (meaningless but still an award) and that song like everything she's done minus that anomaly sounds exactly the same or a cheap knock off of Lana Del Ray, who's another singer whose appeal I don't get. Instant repulsion. It's not even good for helping me sleep. It's so bland and boring that it pisses me off.
Childish Bandito's This is America: Another WTF from me. Horrid, horrid song. Won an award... Has Lil' Wayne won any awards? Probably.
And that was my 2008 music rant for the day. I better stop or I might get banned for arguing about subjective things.
Raw onions ruin everything. Cooked onions are pointless. They don't add flavor. Just foreign objects in my food.
Seriously though, fuck onions. And cheerios. For more than 20 years I hated Oreos too. I had a traumatic experience where I dreamt Oreos were falling into milk. I woke up with sour stomach (sulfur/rotten egg burps) and threw up. I hated Oreos ever since. Although Oreo O's was my favorite cereal. Cereal version of onion rings. I also like cookies and cream iced cream. Oreos by themselves though, no thanks. I have eaten them since, but I still steer clear. They're overrated for sure.
There are definitely more things I hate that most people like (because I'm a crotchety old man), but I'm drawing a blank.