I dislike: bad wine, cheap toilet paper, driving on brick roads, Faulkner, militant Christians, people who stand on the left side of escalators (WHO RAISED YOU?), and sunburns.
Anywhere else, whatever. Why does anyone notice anyone? I will say, I'm pathologically low-key unless I'm drunk – then I will sing along to songs I maybe don't know the words to and talk to every single person who piques my interest. (It's more charming than it sounds.)
Movies Alice in Wonderland (1985 TV version), the Breakfast Club, Clueless, Desperate Living, the Fall, Heathers, My Cousin Vinny, Overboard, Pink Flamingos, Troop Beverly Hills, and any terrible horror movie. In short: I have terrible taste in movies. The campier, the better.
TV the Americans, Broad City, the Good Wife, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, Orphan Black, Pushing Daisies, RuPaul's Drag Race, and the Wire. (....also Catfish, Hoarders, Intervention, or anything on ID)
Music Afghan Whigs, First Aid Kit, Fleetwood Mac, Hamilton, the Hood Internet, Janelle Monáe, Joanna Newsom, Kanye West, Kendrick Lamar, Magnolia Electric Co., Meat Loaf, Nada Surf, Neko Case, Nicki Minaj, the Pogues, Robyn, RuPaul, Sleater-Kinney, Smog (and/or Bill Callahan), and Songs: Ohia.
But honestly? Just give me shitty pop music or slow jams; more often than not I want to be able to roller-skate or dance to the music I listen to.
Food Almond steamers, bánh mì, bananas, blood sausage, breakfast sandwiches, ceviche, cheese, coffee, croissants, cucumber, foie gras, grilled cheese sandwiches, gyros, pizza, quiche, red wine, sea scallops, and zucchini.
Podcasts 99% Invisible, Another Round, Criminal, Judge John Hodgman, Last Podcast on the Left, MBMBAM, My Favorite Murder, Mystery Show, Radiolab, Reply All, Sawbones, Serial, Sleep With Me, and Sword and Scale.
A goddamn paycheck.
...in that order? Maybe.
I also have a really creepy habit of imagining all the terrible things that could happen to me in any given situation.
if home: watching a really bad horror movie, or drinking and doing puzzles/coloring and singing along to whatever is playing.
But more importantly (I GUESS), you should message me if you're a good, funny man who's looking for something potentially serious and will indulge my thrice-yearly need to listen to early 90s country music.