The only thing I was ever with was The Simpsons. Then they made The Simpsons bad, so now I'm with Bojack Horseman and Bob's Burgers. Mr. Peanutbutter will never let me down.
Even if you're not it you can still recognize it when you see it. It makes a certain sort of intuitive sense, in the same way the streets in the neighbourhood you grew up in make sense. You may never be invited to any of the nicer houses, but you know where you rest your head in relation to them.
Now? Now I feel like I'm the sort of person who used to fall for those hoaxes about what the kids were up to on their interwebs with their pokermons and their drugs. I don't know what it is and wouldn't know it if it bit me on the ass because I have no context to judge what it might be, or why it is what it is. All I know is this: One, I am surrounded by things that are subtly aggravating. Two, this says nothing at all about it and many many negative things about me.