Everyone's entitled to their wrong opinion about Blake Lewis

So I called H to make sure she's not chewing with her chipped tooth (it's got stage 1 wiggliness--and yes, that's a medical term--and we need to let it re-set itself) and she said, "Mommy, I need to tell you something." She was so serious and earnest that I was expecting some type of true confession. But what she told me was for more disturbing than anything I could have imagined: When she was visiting some friends over the weekend, they started talking about American Idol. H told them she was a Blaker Girl (OK, maybe she didn't use that exact term), and they said they were voting for Jordin because Blake was yucky. I explained to her that just because they liked Jordin didn't mean that she had to, and that everyone is entitled to their wrong opinions.