A conversation from earlier this evening, as Sean and I enjoyed dinner.*
* OK, first the meal. I am not a cook. Not. Even. Close. But I do know how to boil water, and make some spaghetti. The true shame is the use of some mass-produced jarred sauce. The meatballs, however, were made by my mother from the (should-be) world famous recipe of my beloved and saintly Aunt Fay. Just the best.
RA: So what do you think of Taylor Swift?
SA: I don't like her.
RA: Her music, or her?
SA: Both. I just don't like her.
Yes, the hater is indeed, gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate.
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