I'm part of the world and this is my view (admittedly, 'merca wasn't the original subject, but it's awfully close, so...): I like my shit metronomic, replete with timbres you couldn't have heard interrupting themselves in a fashion not yet congruent with your timepiece.
Yr shit is bubble yum bubble gum top 40 from a time unmentionable for reasons pertaining to pronounced sonic lulls.
I like my shit beyond clever and future-trendy with more funk than re-worn knee-highs in synthetic keks mid August.
You like yr shit tawdry like a Trump tie.
I like my women leggy with warm smiles and brains spilling out tight orifices like a Kiki Smith.
You like a vanilla-basic in black yoga pants, runnin' on Dunkin', bent on being a dance mom.