For years my husband tried to get me to listen to the Foo Fighters, but I stubbornly refused. I didn’t have any good reason for it, except maybe a bit of pride — I hate being late to the party of a popular trend. At the time I met my husband, the Foos had only been on the scene for five years, but he’d discovered them and I hadn’t.
I was a Foo Fool. Or Foo(l).