Allow me to provide you with a window into our world...
Him: "Hey, do we have any pictures of me with my Snape haircut?"
(referring to a time in college when he had long straight hair, which he died black. BEFORE he had ever read Harry Potter...)
Me: "Of course. I've photographically chronicled all of your hairstyle evolutions for the past 11 years."
(that probably makes the top 10 list of things you wouldn't want to hear from your stalker...)
Him: "Right. Bummer."
Me: "I mean, how else am I going to dissuade our future children when they tell us they want to dye their hair purple? I'll just say, 'I don't care if all of your Wifflepods are doing it, look how well that kind of thing turned out for your father.'"
("Wifflepods" being my attempt at creating some futuristic slang version of "buddies")
Him: "Yeah, and then our kids will be like, 'Awww Mom, stop being such a galactic space bore!'"
Me: "...I'm glad we both still hold out hope that the future will be like The Jetsons."