Teenage chum Mark

would always needle me
about Peter Gabriel's

"Sledgehammer": You're
the only person I know who

actually likes that song.

What I should have said

comes to me now, over

35 years later: "Yes,

you're right. If I keep

listening to the song,

my penis will shrivel

and fall off, and I'll grow
a vagina in its place.

Tell me, O manliest of men,

O coolest of the cool,

what music should I like?"