  img src="http://erikapalomino.uol.com.br/imagens/img_md_noti/imagem/sean-john1a.jpg"> Even this man ain’t be thinkin’ Liz should date the boy who burns bad mixes, yo’. Poor Liz. I subjected her to a music rant today. The lecture was triggered by her crush/friend giving her a mixed CD.
This particular mix had 19 of the worst songs in musical history. ‘ I like big butts’ came directly before ‘ Take my breath away’ . It was the sort of mix that someone threw together in three minuets, choosing their illegally-downloaded singles from sixth grade (‘ Ghetto Superstar’ ). I, personally, would never date anyone who didn’t appreciate music. It’s not that Mr. Right Then has to be an indie-darling and secretly like John Mayer (though it would be nice) but is a general knowledge and appreciation too much to ask for?
So I conveyed this to Liz. All under the façade of a gentle, even voice. My motivations were pretty tainted, though, because I knew I was in earshot of some very choice male ears. Senior: “Everyone listens to some bad music, though.” Leigh: “Not Anna! Anna is very picky about her music. She makes me turn off the radio in my car. She won’t listen to so many things. Anna is very, very picky. Anna is…” I love Leigh, I love her, I love her, I love her. Affectionately… Anna 
