Judging a Man by his iPod

I take public transportation on a regular basis. We only have one car and with the awesome public transportation system of Colorado, we really only need one car. Lots of people on the bus or light-rail listen to their iPod's while we traverse to our places of employment every morning. As I listen to my iPod, I glance around the bus or train (when I am not reading). I try to guess what people are listening to based on their appearance, how they dress, or how they tap or bounce to the music. It's a little game I play. But, then I realize that this is ridiculous. There is no way I can tell what someone is listening to. For instance, if I were to look at myself, what would I think I would be listening to? Simon and Garfunkel? The Beatles? Classical music? Enya? Well, Yes. All of these would be true. But, would anyone anyone guess that I might also be listening to N.W.A.? Snoop-Dogg? Eighties breakdance music? Tom Waits? Kate Bush? Daft Punk? Brian Eno? Amy Grant? Within Temptation? Jane Monheit? Body Count? Tourniquet? Gogol Bordello? Emmy Rossum? The Vandals? Mystikal? Bob Marley? Rock Sugar? AC/DC? Zapp and Roger? These are other examples of artists that are on my iPod. I could very well be listening to any of these on any given day. Or any variation from Mozart to Eminem. From Alice Cooper to the Toy Dolls. I love variety in many aspects of my life. Food, experiences, and especially music. So, this morning, as I listened to Fish Bone and then to Death Cab for Cutie and then Sarah Brightman....and then Aaron Copland....and then Bobby Mcferrin...I realized that there is no judging a man by his iPod.