makes perfect sense to me

Katya and I were driving to the store last night, and she was doing her normal radio dance: sing along for ten seconds then switch the channel to something else. She landed on some candy-pop song, made a face and a noise somewhere between a cat choking up a hairball and a pig grunting in disgust, then switched the channel again.

Me: Who was that?
Katya: Ariana Grande. Ugh. I hate her.
Me: You listen to her all the time, though.
Katya: I don’t hate her music, just her.
Me: So why do you hate her?
Katya: Have you heard her music?

I pondered that quietly for the rest of the evening.