Commentary: Am I a bad person if I like 'Green Book'?

In my 20s I dated someone who listened to Christian rock. I didn't know this at first, not until I was flipping casually through the CDs stored in the armrest of her car, and there they were: two egregious Christian rock discs, with songs like "Praise Something" and "My Savior Something." I didn't study the titles. I had never heard a Christian rock song in my life - why would I have to do that? The CDs alone implied an uncomfortable (for me) degree of religious intensity, a moral clarity and certainty that I thought unrelatable and naive. How well did I really know this person? Considering I was about 25 and knew everything, I probably winced, or scoffed, or registered some snotty internal sneer.

I don't remember exactly.

But I know that I said nothing and never mentioned my discovery. The relationship didn't last much longer - for reasons having nothing to do with musical taste - but that day, at that moment, when I found those CDs, I instinctively knew it wouldn't work. I was petty.

I saw myself as open-minded, a supporter of cheap and sophisticated alike, of high and low - there were no guilty pleasures because what, after all,