No, my tastes are a little more highbrow than that - Sylvia Plath poetry, for example. “Oh, the tea was cold today / and my little dog Fluffy has the runs / I think I’ll slash my wrists.”
LOL! Only...Sylvia’s first attempted asphyxiation was unsuccessful as it turned out to be an electric oven.
;^)
Boy did my perspective on Plath change since college. I’ll take men in tights any day over that depressive bore.