Want to know an embarrassing secret? I’ve never seen The Lion King. The Circle of Life? The one that moves us all? Nope. Didn’t catch that one. When it was released in 1994, I was too busy listening to Nirvana and poo-pooing anything mainstream (because Nirvana wasn’t, in retrospect, ironically mainstream?). I only wanted to read the most obscure books and watch movies like the bizarre, black and white Johnny Depp film, Dead Man. I had no interest in associating with anyone who was into hokey-pokey, soft cartoons about baby lion kings. What I wanted, desperately, was to be unique.   Ahh, youth. Except, as much as I’d like to claim that I’ve outgrown my foolish ways, I haven’t. Not really.   I avoided…