taste isn't everything

Taste isn’t everything. I’ve seen too many happy relationships in which the two parties liked different music or voted for different politicians, or rooted for different sports teams for me to declare anyone incompatible based on cultural preferences. As important as all of that stuff can be (which is to say: important), it’s got a lot less to do with happiness than how well he or she treats other people, how happy and secure you feel in the relationship, and the ease with which the two of you can hold a conversation. It’s great to never have to fight over the car stereo, but if the person you’re with makes you feel rotten about yourself, what’s the use?