Adele “Hometown Glory” (Pocketknife’s Familiar Faces Remix)

Bam was concerned. He noticed an update to my Facebook profile that concealed a disappointing revelation, and he felt compelled to let me know.

“Don’t like Adele,” he wrote.

These three words were not a suggestion, but an order. Truthfully, I take Bam’s opinions seriously. Ever since we shared a moment in London, dancing in a sweaty nightclub to the Sugababes while our boyfriends looked on with indie-rock indignity, I’ve looked up to him as a fellow conspirator in shamelessness. But this terse note led me to believe that there was some cruel, cruel shame in admitting that I listened to Adele. How could this be?

He suggested a singer named Laura Marling as a superior alternative, but I didn’t see the connection. “Both girls are only 18,” Bam explained, “but compare and contrast their poetry/maturity. Plus Laura is much prettier.” He added a wink to this last line, which I knowingly interpreted as a campy snap.

“You know what’s funny? I think Adele is gorgeous!”

And really, I do. I watched her tear up the Brit Awards on BBC America like the girl was singing for Basement Jaxx. She was shy as a presenter — mousey, even — but as a performer, she carried herself like Willi Ninja.

In a last ditch attempt to sway my position, Bam compared her unfavorably to Amy Winehouse — whom neither of us particularly care for. “Except Amy Winehouse looks like she crawled out of a trailer and Adele looks like she’d be an excellent student at college,” I countered.

Finally, something we could agree on.

“A good point well made,” he conceded.