So yesterday, I'm watching Pulp Fiction, one of my current favorite flicks, and I start thinking: You know what? A lot of the things I like really are mainstream and predictable (someone said this of me recently, it matters not in what context.)
And you know what? I don't care. I don't give myself extra cool points for being obscura or uber-anything.
Maybe I was inspired into this line of thinking by the way Uma Thurman was acting (before she snorted the heroin.) Her demeanor seemed to say, "Lighten up, enjoy yourself. You like the Beatles? You like Elvis? You like five dollar milkshakes? Who cares?"
If you think about it, she and Travolta were both having vanilla drinks. Him: Vanilla Coke. Her: Martin and Lewis. Both in congruity with each other.
Vanilla: a word that can be used to mean plain, boring. Vanilla sex.
And yet, they were both enjoying a delicious beverage.
I'll just leave it at that, buddies.
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