Fundamentalism

I've been told a few times by close friends (mostly the male ones) that I can't be related to on a fundamental level because of my lack of The Simpsons knowledge. (I didn't have a TV during the 1990s, essentially, though I have a pretty comprehensive knowledge of bad and good TV from all decades because I attempted to watch a childhood's amount of television in a condensed 4 year period (high school). This was made considerably easier because I did not have many friends.)
This is all to say that I think I've decided to use Magnolia, James Rathbone, as my Simpsons.

If you don't like Magnolia, we can't relate on a fundamental level. I'll argue that this is a far superior test, for I've always liked The Simpsons, but circumstances beyond my control prevented my development of a complete love.
I would describe watching Magnolia as similar to sticking your head into a giant wind tunnel, powerful enough to warp your skin and force your hair straight back, and not being able to take yourself out. The first time I saw it was on VHS, so I did get a brief and much-needed breather half way through (it's too long to fit onto one tape -insert lame joke about how long it is here -).