I reach my boy band limit this week with the supposedly bootlegged release of the new One Direction single, which I thought was fun the first 15 times the 14-year-old played it, but then starts to sound a lot like all the other One Direction songs the next 35 times, and finally, after about 100 plays, really begins to get on my nerves.
I declare a moratorium, which she violates repeatedly.
"I am finished," I say to her. "I will not listen to anything else by this band until they start covering Tori Amos."
She sends me this by e-mail: