Seriously, I listen to EVERYTHING. I love folk-rock and quiet acoustic stuff just as much as I love loud, rambunctous rock and roll. If it's got melody and I can sing to it--and it touches something in me that makes me wake up to it--then I'm down with whatever genre it calls itself.

I really pride myself on being someone who's embracing of many different types of music, movies, food, and men.

I love indie rock (let's hear it for Sebodah) just as much as I can enjoy a good top 40 song (thank you, Kelly Clarkson, for "Since U Been Gone"). I love indie movies (Mean Creek, Hard Candy) just as much as I do big budget action flicks (Mr. and Mrs. Smith). I love a well-prepared meal in a high-scale Beverly Hills restaurant just as much as a burger at Fat Burger. I love thin, edgy, dorky hairy guys just as much as I can totally lust after a hot muscly blond and smooth dude.

I don't have requirements on what I'm into, so long as it's good. I wish more people in the world were as open to embracing all that life has to offer, instead of trumping up all these categories and labels and limitations that only serve to box us into our own little corners of close-mindedness and self-induced superiority. I just want to be be open to as much as I can be.

That said, you probably won't find me buying a CD by Hoobastank... well, probably EVER!