How is this Analogy for Bad Music?

The Bayou Country thread made me specifically think of the women that love bro country and the analogy hits on another art they are often find of: Wine.

I was listening to Hendrix shred one time, when a female friend came in the house with a disgusted look on her face and asked "What is that??". I tell her and then ask what is she likes. I get the expected pop and country responses. We playfully trade barbs and then I hit her with this:

She loves fine wines. I ask what if you were hosting a wine tasting, and this girl tasted this highly acclaimed and expensive cab then announced her disdain for it saying, "That's nasty. You know what is really good?". The girl then proceeds to whip out a box of Franzia ranting and raving about it. She said "I would look at her like she didn't know what the hell she was talking about." I said exactly but she just might not have a refined palate. She might like Franzia and that's fine but it really can't hold a candle to the work and time that goes into making the cab. Florida/Georgia Line is the Franzia of country music. I think it made her think.