Odds and Ends: There’s no accounting for taste
javabeans: Taste sure is a subjective thing, isn’t it?
girlfriday: Well that’s a strange (and somewhat obvious) thing to say. Are we playing non sequitur game? Is it my turn? Sometimes I wish rainbows were made of candy.
javabeans: That wasn’t the game I was thinking of, but okay. I actually meant that in the context of watching Iron Man, which I surprisingly love, and which is now making me question a lot of things.
girlfriday: Like your sanity?
javabeans: That’s the thing, I don’t even think it’s insane. Or so-stupid-it’s-good. I just like it, and think it’s good using regular standards, which is surprising. And also polarizing, I’m finding. But taste is taste, right?
girlfriday: Yep, it’s kinda like having a crush on the weird boy who picks his nose. The heart wants what it wants?
javabeans: I’m sure everyone with a crush on Yang Dong-geun in Three Musketeers will be happy to agree.
girlfriday: In all fairness, Iron Man IS wryly funny. It’s just also weird.
javabeans: Which brings us back to taste, because although sometimes our judgments of dramas are directly linked to quality, sometimes our taste jumps in and messes things up. You might love something despite yourself, or on the other hand, be totally turned off to something despite seeing its intrinsic value.
girlfriday: That’s the really hard part about recapping, because there’s really no surefire way to predict what we’ll like, and we make every effort to give a show its due.
javabeans: Even so, giving something a shot doesn’t mean forcing ourselves to like something we don’t, or feeling embarrassed when we like something we think we shouldn’t. Frankly, I like a lot of things that aren’t qualitatively the best, but I refuse to feel shame about that. Nose-pickers are people too!
girlfriday: There is an upside to this — we don’t fight over men.
javabeans: Let’s be real, here, we’d never fight over men. More like shoes and costume jewelry, maybe. Although why fight when you can steal?
girlfriday: It would be handier if we had the same taste in clothes because then we’d have two wardrobes to choose from, but then I suppose I’d have to call you every time to ask what you’re wearing so we’re not twins.
javabeans: At least with having divergent drama tastes, we get more ground covered between us. I mean, yes, sometimes it’s gratifying to have you validate my taste by agreeing with me…
girlfriday: Sometimes she makes me watch specific scenes just to wait for my reaction.
javabeans: But when your reaction isn’t what I want, I don’t disown you as a friend. You’re now just the friend with bad taste in drama comedy, but whatever.
girlfriday: Said the one who’s in love with Iron Man.
javabeans: IT’S FUNNY I SWEAR. And also, who’s the one watching Night Watchman again?
girlfriday: What, I like what I like, okay?! And you just don’t know how great Jung Il-woo is in it… even if he’s the only one acting.
javabeans: Isn’t that almost worse though? Because when you have one shining light in a sea of bad acting, it makes everyone seem worse, and that in turn brings down the good one?
girlfriday: Or it makes the one good one the shining beacon.
javabeans: But then it’s like he’s giving Shakespearean soliloquies in a crowded subway station, or something.
girlfriday: Okay yes, it’s a little sad.
javabeans: The thing about taste is, whether or not we agree, whether mine is good or bad, you can’t really hurt my feelings by insulting my taste. Mostly because I have no shame about what I like, but also… I know what you’re watching.
girlfriday: I’m not sure if this is what they meant when they said friendship is two-way street, but it sounds a lot like mutually assured destruction to me.
javabeans: Yes, because we have the power to destroy each other, we just choose not to. That’s love!
girlfriday: Or fear.
javabeans: Aren’t those really two sides of the same coin?
girlfriday: I don’t want to do money with you.