They Like That Kind of Music

Driving around, with the windows down, we pull up to a stop light and next to a tattoo wagon. The guy in the wagon has has music cranked, soul/hip-hop, and I notice Annelise rolling up her window. I ask her, "didn't you like that music?" and she replied, "No daddy. It's HORRIBLE!" and then, "guys like him (an African-American guy), and other guys who look kind of like him, like that kind of music". The anthropologist in me was geeked at watching how children begin to categorize people.

The guy with the HORRIBLE taste (it wasn't that loud and was your usual radio drivel) in music got a big kick out of the little girl tuning him out. A smile and a wave as we drove off.