I’ve always liked to imagine myself as relatively well-rounded, but then I started dating someone who speaks three languages and goes to ballet class in the middle of the day on his weekends. Yet, ever the complex adult human being, my boyfriend has inspiringly taken to serialized Housewives drama just as comfortably as he has to ballet and award-bait. A lot of the garbage we’re currently watching was his idea, and I’m eternally grateful for it. On the other hand, however, if left to my own devices I would probably watch nothing but Chopped reruns. Like many other over-educated and prematurely-jaded twenty-somethings, I am incredibly reticent to broadening my horizons, despite being continually pleasantly surprised when I do so.