I hate you Phil Vassar, but not necessarily because you play country music. (That doesn't help.)

I hate you because every time I Google Vassar, there you are, smirking.
I hate how whenever my backwards second cousins ask where I go to school, they snicker after my reply, asking if it's "related to dat singer."
I hate how the select minority of country music fans on campus think he's even more awesome because of his name.

Freakin' Phil Vassar.