Lest you think my mother encouraged me as a child to be the way I am:
Mom: Who is this singing? Bing Crosby? I don't like him, he's a weirdo.
Me: WHAT? I love Bing Crosby. I think he's sweet.
Mom: I don't know, all those old actor men are creepy. They just seem like weirdos. Wasn't there a dancer named Jack or something?
Me: Jack? I... don't know who you're talking about?
Mom: Jack.... Jack.... Fred! Fred Astaire. He's a weirdo too.
Me: Um, what? I love Fred Astaire. You know this about me.
Mom: You do? Well I think he's weird and gross. Though I guess I don't really know anything about him.
Me: Have you MET ME? I know everything about him. YOU KNOW THIS ABOUT ME! Next you're going to tell me you don't like Gene Kelly.
Mom: Oh yeah! I forgot about Gene Kelly. Yuck.