Oh, yes! If they specify “the musical, though! I see it every time the tour comes through and have all of the cast albums, plus a libretto I get signed at stage doors!” then that’s green-flag, spouse-them kinda taste in media, imho.

I have a sixth grader who muttered “oh embleer Frith!” when the pencil sharpener jammed the other day.

So, when I was asked which of the key framers of the Declaration of Independence I liked best, I ranked them all, then pointed out that while one had [various notable virtues,] he also had [notorious unforgivable flaws,] and as such, on the balance, I must invite him, at his earliest convenience, to silflay hraka.

The students looked at me blankly and this one kid just frickin’ lost it.

I didn’t explain a damn thing.

But now I get these badass little bunnies in ‘Hamilton’ costumes, looking like Beatrix Potter went street, drawn in the margins of kids’ notes and our librarian has ordered four more copies of Richard Adams to keep up with demand. Good year so far.

Okay, but what the tits were they smoking, when the Only Sane Man for two damn books is the random girl? Heck sake!