I listen to mostly female artists. Probably 90% or more. Just prefer them and they are usually better and more talented as they have to be to get to the same place a man gets.

These days, I also read mostly books written by women with female protagonists. Hasn’t always been that way, but in the last few years it has been.

When a colleague of mine at an old job figured out that I listened to mostly female artists he accused me of being gay (or “mega-gay,” as he put it).

Later, the same colleague having probably forgotten about the accusation of homosexuality opined that I only listened to female artists that I wanted to fuck.

Yeah, those things really don’t go together.

This despite the fact that I’d never considered the potential fucking status of any female artist I’d ever listened to.

But to many men it’s absolutely incomprehensible that any man would want to listen to anything that a woman has created — especially if the woman in question is front and center.

I can’t understand it. I just can’t no matter how hard I try.

But I heard an example of that myself the other day. Some guy across the room at work said, “I just can’t hear those high female voices. That’s why I don’t listen to them.” (Note: he was not talking about an actual hearing problem.)

Sometimes, as I’ve noted before, I welcome the apocalypse.