Dumping or falling for people based on taste in movies - Page 2

I once dated a girl who didn't like watching movies for about a year. Personality-wise, we were perfectly compatible, and it was one of those situations where I was just completely comfortable around her. But at the same time the movie thing was an enourmous hindrance to the further development of the relationship, because we stopped having anything to talk about, and she eventually dumped me for some married dude whom she is now married to and has a child with.

Of course, since then I've had my share of flings, but no actual relationships. And it's because I haven't yet found a girl with whom I was extremely comfortable and had those shared interests. And I don't see the point in interrupting my generally content state for a girl unless she has that magic combination.

I once killed my wife because I wanted to talk about THE PACIFIER and she wasn't interested. I decided then we didn't have enough in common so I killed her.

Oh, yeah. It's also a good idea to recognize the limits of taste-sharing, no matter how strongly you feel about a given subject (incidentally, Rush was an important, formative influence in defining my early identity as a drummer, but they're not really a sticking point these days).

I've yet to meet a woman that shares my passion for the beautiful art of crawdad Kabuki.

Well, no one else will do until you find them, right? I mean, what else is there to talk about?

NOTHING....

It's a pretty rare combination that usually only comes with a certain level of maturity, though.

Mrs H is a leather worker in her spare time so thankfully she does get the art side of things even if she doesn't always get my art.

I should probably clarify that I didn't mean that I can run off physically and do what I want. I meant more that if I don't have to worry about financial matters, an area where I have little expertise and often fear to tread, it allows me to concentrate on writing or whatever I happen to be working on at the time.

I guess thinking about it it's more about balance between the couple and less about artist versus non-artist. You support the other person in an area where they need help and vice versa.

Amen. Mrs. H is a big folk music fan. I wasn't. I love Blues. She didn't. But through each other we've started to discover that there are many artists in both genres that we love. But music in general is a passion that we share. I only wish I could get her into Tom Waits. She loves his songs, can't stand his voice.

This is a great set-up for a "yo mama" joke, but I guarantee you that whatever random Chewer I pick as the target will end up having a dead, dying, or serving in Iraq mother.

I am sad.

Threads get automatically redeemed when DaveB and MissZ start talking about their behind-the-scenes marital habits. Dish, dish, dish, you two!

It'd be like the Kama Sutra crossed with Roget's Thesaurus.

Oh my...

But...but...but...they're Canadian. In Canada, you can be deported* for not playing Subdivisions at least once a year.

*The only mitigating factor is if you own more then three Tragically Hip CDs or a Joni Mitchell album on vinyl.

This sounds very familiar.

I thought the moral of High Fidelity was that when a girl's father dies, you've got it in the bag, making for a neat and tidy third act. For Reality Bites, replace "girl" with "Ethan Hawke".

My girlfriend and I have basically opposing tastes in everything involving entertainment. Today she asked me if I had heard the new Good Charlotte song because she thought it was great.

However, I took her to see Once a few weeks ago (she loved it), and she's been to many movies that aren't necessarily my taste because she knows I want to see them. I'm taking her to see "Becoming Jane," which I'm not interested in at all, because she wants to see it. I figure, hell, a few hours devoted to her tastes every now and then aren't so bad of a price to pay for our relationship.

When I went to see 300, for example (which she ended up liking) I went with my guy friends - when she wanted to see whatever shitty chick flick came out lately, she went with her girlfriends.

I won't pretend like tastes play no part in preference for girls (for example, we run races and hike together) but really I just judge on how well we get along together, not how much our tastes coincide.

I do, for what it's worth respect this. But respecting something doesn't mean that you can't mock it.

Okay, you know what? I've tried. I've tried and tried and tried, even before I was with you, and I still cannot stand Tom Waits. I have a Tom Waits block; I fail at coolness.

I'm going to go finish knitting my most recent crawdad kimono. No one understands my art.

Would that be a kimono with a crawdad design on it, or a kimono made of crawdads?

I think she meant a kimono that crawdads can wear.

See, Justin understands.

Tiny little kimonos.

What am I going to do with all these tiny fans specifically designed to be held by crawdads?

I thought this thread was called "Dumping or falling for people based on taste in movies"

All I'm hearing is WAAAAAAH, she doesn't like movies, WAAAAAAAH

WAAAAAH, she doesn't like blackface Armenian pornography, WAAAAAAH

There must be some of you who locked eyes at a screening of Q: THE WINGED SERPENT and never let each other go.

How did you do that, Brad? I've been trying for years to come up with a crawdad-friendly design!

I've been into crawdad scrapbooking ever since Hobby Lobby got the new Crustaceables™ line of puffy stickers. ADORABLE.

You have to THINK like a crawdad.

And it isn't. Sometimes you let pass by the one who smiles in recognizition upon hearing you mutter to yourself "think, McClane, think" and sometimes you end up with the one bored to tears by The Philadelphia Story or The Ghost and the Darkness. But who can tell, right?

This BTW is bait.

But that doesn't mean you couldn't put a little crawdad design on it. Or that you couldn't make the kimono out of a moulted crawdad shell.

Anyone who doesn't like The Philadelphia Story should only get AIDS.

Sort of a meta-kimono, then?

Exo-kimono.

Link plz.

It's funny in here.

Zooey, have you tried listening to the album "Heart of Saturday Night"? It's an early one before his voice was destroyed. It's just regular gritty, not razorblades and broken glass gritty.

Fuck you. Don't you know it's contagious?

You're thinking of Philadelphia.

Quoting this again just to let you all know how sad my mind is: the first time I read this, my brain somehow turned the phrase into "crawdad bukkake." It wasn't until I came in and re-read it that I saw you said "Kabuki."

The point? Time for me to log off the ol' intertubes for a while.

Link plz.

You must become the crawdad.....

http://www.thesmokering.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=7822

Rule 34, motherfucker.

And where were you when I was dumping my most recent ex over just this kind of attitude? Not to make this a "Bash my ex" post, but when in Rome...

This guy was a tool to end all tools, and he was a perfect example of what not to do to your significant other as referenced in MsZooey's post. You're not the final word on what's interesting, fun or cool, so don't force it on people. As far as this particular guy was concerned, I was not allowed - and yes, in his terms, I mean "allowed" (in my terms, "Fuck you, I'm doing that anyway" was uttered by me almost daily till I finally just left him a few months later) to do the following:

1. Wear makeup (which I did).
2. Cut my hair short (which I also did).
3. Watch Lost (ditto - and every Weds. night when it inevitably became an issue, he was instructed by me that he could always go into the other room and leave me the hell alone if he didn't like it).
4. Have any iterests of my own - except sailing, because that was his passion. (Guess who had plenty of other interests? Guess who hated sailing and went with him a total of twice before saying "Nope, no more of that."?)

And if I did or didn't do any of the above "tasks", his exact words were "Sigh...then this relationship could be in alot of trouble..." Complete with a grim little shake of his empty head. My response was to turn on Lost and say, "Have fun sailing."

It wasn't much fun, needless to say, and I'm a better person for not only leaving him in short order, but for standing up for myself, and for the last thing I ever said to him being, "You DO realize you're going to be alone for the rest of your life with the way you behave in a relationship, don't you?"

But enough about me ("What do YOU think of me?"). My point for the above rant - aside from it being really cathartic, and for that, I thank you for listening - is that this is a prime example of how not to run over another person with your likes and dislikes. Some similar interests are healthy, and some different interests are also great. You don't have to have zero in common, but you also don't have to be carbon copies of each other. This, among many other reasons, was why we failed. He wanted an exact duplicate of himself in female form. And you can't expect that of anyone in a relationship.

Edit to add: After looking back at the last handful of posts, all I can say is, WOW, am I wildly off topic at this point in the thread or what?

Not necessarily. Ever catch/eat/knit things for any crawdads on your sailing excursions?

Nope, sorry - I was too busy turning green and dry heaving. I probably would have brought the little suckers right back up if I'd eaten them while, or immediately after, sailing.

I knew my wife was the one when she looked at my dvd collection and went "Cool...Army of Darkness. Gimme some SUGAR, baby."

I hate her taste in comedies. But we both love slasher flicks, so we got that going for us. Which is nice.

The entire 'we have similar tastes' thing can be good at striking up a relationship, but if you're seeing someone on a purely intellectual basis (with a side order of carnality) then you're inevitability going to get screwed over. This exact same situation happened to me once about three years ago, I met a girl at a Ray Harryhausen Film Festival and for 4 months we just chatted about films, went to film festivals, went to gigs, all the good stuff.

Anyways, I know a guy who is essentially my real life Andre Dellamorte (only 50 and about 280lbs).

When the girl figured out that this guy was way more knowledgeable about cinema than I was she couldn't see any point in continuing with me and went on to further her 'intellectual adventure' with the movie loving manatee.

I'm pretty sure if I'd actually talked to her, you know struck up a non-media based conversation, now and then we'd probably still be together.

And we thank you for letting go*. But... but... I think she dozed off a little last night right after that lion ate Michael Douglas!!


* [Echoes from under hoods] "Letting go, letting go, letting go, letting go..."

That's her obstacle.

You don't like Bone Machine? Not even Real Gone?

What the Fark???? Seriously, what the farking fark??? Why would you spend even 5 minutes with such a person????

Maybe he had a really big dick or was just really really good looking.

I've been away on business for about a month, and my girlfriend is waiting for me to get back so we can go see Superbad and Balls of Fury together. If that's not a match, I don't know what is.

EDIT: Also, I should add, thanks for helping me keep my sanity while I've been away from home

There are certainly much more important things in relationships than having the exact same taste in movies.

However it's probably not a good sign if the other person's favorite movies of all time are Gigli and Epic Movie.