A reader writes:

I am 23 years of age, and certainly not the only person my age who enjoys your blog. Therefore, I must warn you that the mere mention of 80s pop music has approximately the same effect on us as pouring a bucket of water over the Wicked Witch of the West. It is hard enough for most of us to maintain the tranquil illusion that Madonna, Whitney Houston, Roxette, Richard Marx, and countless others never actually signed recording contracts, and that any music we hear on the radio or television that suggests otherwise has no basis in reality, but is actually a manifestation of a severe psychotic episode. Post photographs taken out of every window in the world if you must, phone each of us personally and repeatedly until we agree to buy your book if you must, but please don't revisit the horrors of 80s music on us ever again.

What have I? What have I? What have I done to deserve this?