Boy, that has to bean acquired taste. I'm guessing it started out with Puritans who couldn't drink beer because it has alcohol. So they concocted a beverage that didn't have alcohol in it and happened to be made with roots, and they called it "root beer" to fool people into thinking it was good stuff. And after ten generations of people being fooled into thinking it was good stuff, people bought into it. Today, Americans like root beer because they have ten generations of genetic engineering behind them.
This, as anybody who lives in San Jose can tell you, is called IRONY: San Jose doesn't have nightlife. People living here drive to San Mateo if they actually want to have fun.
Actually, Einstein did work for the patent office when he did his work on special relativity. But he was special. Even most patent clerks admit that.
There's nothing wrong with a Pontiac Grand Am, and it's a fine car. It's also probably the most "average Joe" car in the whole United States, and some journalists have found it interesting that I would have such an embarrassingly regular car. It's not even Japanese, for chrissake! People will lose all respect for me when I admit that I spent hours agonizing over the exact color of my new car -- a much less practical BMW Z3. Remember -- "Just for Fun." That car is completely and utterly useless for anything but fun. And that's just the way I like it.
Or "Diannix," as the case may be. In another twenty years, hopefully computer science will have progressed past the current male-dominated scene it is now....
"Yes, sure, I'll do it."