My friend, Paul, and I were talking earlier about this guy on whom I have a paper-crush [which is to say, I've never met this person but I like to weave fanciful tales for Paul about what will happen when I successfully seduce this French-Canadian bastard] and Paul, who likes to torment me, asked me how I would deal with it if this guy--let's call him Jean-Luc--brought me back to his pad and wooed me with good wine and witty conversation and then ambled over to the stereo and started playing some Steely Dan. The answer is, I would jump out of a window and run for the street. I can't stand Steely Dan. This makes me some kind of renegade in black bohemian circles, apparently, as along with Teena Marie and Led Zeppelin we're all supposed to be cool with the Dan. Bump that. I'll turn in my card. Steely Dan is the biggest of deal breakers for me. Steely Dan makes me want to kill people in the face. While I was having this conversation with Paul, another colleague revealed that he didn't mind Steely Dan at all; but this was after he copped to admiring Camille Paglia, so I had cut him loose already.
Family! What are your deal-breakers?