the real deal with compatibility

in this times article about literary preferences possibly making or breaking your romantic attractions, note what (future WHALES) levy says:

Compatibility in reading taste is a “luxury” and kind of irrelevant, Levy said. The goal, she added, is “to find somebody where your perversions match and who you can stand.

naturally i concur. vive levy! but being somewhat more of an expert on the subject, as it relates to lowering standards, i think levy prematurely desisted, leaving the lettuce, so to speak, somewhat damp: i would spin this baby out and say that compatibility--period--is a luxury. vive moi, aussi, levy--VIVE MOI.

and besides, as long as the dude isn't reading anais nin--aloud and with a bad french accent--then i fail to see the problem. and if the mere sight of who moved my cheese? makes you vomit in your mouth, be progressive: yank the book from his hands and seduce the literate bastard. after all, reading is for celibates.