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Originally Posted by Parker 
I just don't think liking The Smiths is the holy grail of taste and I don't think it should be an indicator of a good mate.
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No offense taken.
But, in a roundabout way, something like being a fan of The Smiths is critical to mate compatibility. So what I meant by my earlier statement was, in my formerly single life, I (like most men) would chat up girls that I had a biological sexual interest in. Now, sleeping with some girl with a fantastic ass is going to be a good time, but if in order to keep up a relationship that continues to allow me that privilege on a routine basis I am forced to endlessly listen to Avril Lavigne and watch Law & Order while at her place? That relationship is going nowhere because there's gotta be another nice ass out there somewhere that I don't want to strangle the head attached to it.
So yeah, when you meet that girl who your penis pulls you towards and then she's all, "Hey, let's go see Wilco next week," it's something special.
Because isn't that what successful and meaningful relationships are about? Compatibility? Things like taste in art and food and music aren't just tickmarks on a checklist, at least not to intellectuals anyway. Someone who thinks eating at Chili's is "going somewhere nice" and owns Queen Latifa movies probably isn't right for someone who is utterly repulsed by such things.
So yes, this movie struck a chord with me, because I identify with that moment when your heart skips a beat, and some wonderful girl says "Yeah, The Smiths. Rock on," instead of, "Who? Aerosmith? No, I don't care for rock."