It became pretty obvious that the true point of that thread-- as with the dismissal of the two abovementioned singers as mewling little girls-- is really about other people's habits, their tastes, and indeed the world at large just not being enough about you. That kind of all-encompassing Me-ism is probably best left to the experts.
Tell me where the Blood Red River runs/ From my back door to the rising sun/ On again away till dawn/ Never straight and way too long