An irrational fear that I have is that my future daughter (given the family’s track record, it’s gonna be a girl) will inherit her old man’s taste in vintage goodness. The thing is, vintage goodness for her will be stuff from the 2000s and 2010s, most of which I’ve cast aside, preferring to follow things from the latter part of the 20th century. It will be my duty to guide her through the good (Web 2.0, uhh… More Cowbell?), the bad (Web 2.0, reggaeton, Bay-formers, scripted reality TV, etc.) and the ugly (Web 2.0, famous-because-famous “celebrities”, Crocs, Venetian shade sunglasses, Lady Gaga’s influence in wardrobe). Yes, I’ll ty to see if she gets interested in some of the things her old man likes.