Robin

Robin is a contrarian and a snob. He is quite proud of this and never lets those few whom he counts as being worthy of his time and attention forget it. If it’s a TV show that everyone likes, Robin will be sure to hate it with a passion (this country’s fondness for the cheesy spectacle that is…and ever shall be…American Idol irks him to no end.) If it’s a movie that critics rave about, Robin will gleefully point out its many flaws (Robin fumes through the Oscars every year grumbling that all of the best films of the years are ALWAYS ignored in favor of soulless junk.)

And God help any band that manages to sell more than a few thousand CDs…Robin knows, without a doubt, that they have sold their artistic integrity to the false idol of popular acclaim (he has yet to forgive REM for having records…far inferior to their earlier stuff, of course…that went multi-platinum.)

Robin is…despite his intractable fussiness and snobbery…a good guy (especially when you’re feeling devilish and just to tweak somebody who’s wonderfully easy to wind up.) Those few who he counts as being worthy of his time and attention…those few who he calls his friends…accept his blowsy pretensions with a knowing wink and a smile because they know he’s a good guy…and because they know secrets…that Robin always cries at the end of Titanic and that he has a secret stash of Britney Spears CDs that he likes to workout to…that Robin doesn’t know that they know.

Letting Robin be the Robin he wants to project to the world is a simple enough thing for those few who count him as a friend (especially when they have the Britney Spears thing to hang over his head if ever the need arises.)