When I was working at record stores, this was, unironically, the correct answer. You can’t just like one genre and work at a record store; you have to be able to intelligently discuss blues, jazz, electronic, noise, punk, metal, pop, rock, and of good sampling of sub-genres as well in order to help customers not only find what they’re looking for but turn them on to other bands they might like. So when people asked “so, what kind of music do you like?” the answer was “oh, I like good music.”

Ironically, same with Japanese. They have an entire alphabet dedicated to foreign words, Katakana. You want a hamburger and a beer? That’s a “ハンバーガーとビール” (Hanbāgā to Biru). Coffee from Starbucks on your way to work? That’s a “ドライブスルーコーヒー” (Doraibusurūkohi - a drive-thru coffee). Better fried chicken than anyone has a right to can be found at the “コンビニ” (Konbini - aka the convenience store). Learning Japanese it’s rife with these borrowed words. Half the time it’s “you’re fucking kidding.” The other half the time it’s learning some insane formalism that makes saying “thank you” take five minutes.

That’s the one!