Between 1985 and about 1994, it was very important to me that I share my obsessions with other people.  Sure, I was just seeking validation, but I still vividly remember the teenage mortification of trying to play a cool Monkees song for someone, but having to skip a terrible pop atrocity or novelty track to get there.  I am still quite entertained by fellow card-carrying nerds who can tell you each stat bonus on their character sheet or the complete life history of Batman, but find my enjoyment of Power Rangers/Super Sentai to be somehow déclassé.

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) is less question and more philosophical musing:  Why would we ever feel ashamed of our pop culture obsessions?