Absurdly Driven looks at the world of business with a skeptical eye and a firmly rooted tongue in cheek.
When no one's around, your favorite Spotify playlists bathe your soul like a weeklong yoga retreat.
Everyone thinks you're up with your electronica and down with your rap.
The truth, however, is that your true loves involve bastions of musical history such as Air Supply, Toto, Chicago, Bryan Adams and, oh, Fleetwood Mac.
Now science would like to whisper into your ear and tell you what this really means.
Researchers from Nagasaki, Japan, believe your musical choices reflect your biological makeup.
As the New Scientist details, researchers talked 76 male and female individuals into being subjected to various sorts of music, but not famous tunes.
Then they asked them which tunes they liked best.
Oh, and they asked them for a little saliva, too.
Which was convenient, since they were interested in their testosterone levels.
What they found was that males with higher testosterone preferred music of an "unsophisticated" sort.
Like soft rock or heavy metal.
I find myself lurching toward these researchers like Ozzie Osbourne once lurched toward a bat.
How dare they suggest that Fleetwood Mac and its ilk aren't sophisticated?
And the mere suggestion that Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Nazareth and Uriah Heep are somehow beneath the levels of, say, jazz or classical music, is offensive to my core.
But that could be just my testosterone talking.
The researchers admitted they didn't yet know how testosterone influences musical tastes, though they suspect it may have something to do with testosterone having an effect on regions of the brain that process emotions.
They did declare, however, that their work showed that men with lower testosterone did prefer classical music and jazz.
There was, though, no link between the level of testosterone in women and their love of, say, Lionel Richie.
Still, the next time you're at work and you happen to overhear one of your colleagues humming "Go Your Own Way," "Hold The Line," or some other classic of its genre, please resist your critical bent.
It could just be their testosterone playing them like a fiddle.