I wonder with stuff like this. I remember when I was about 18/19, expressing a brief, mild interest in South Park. For about three Christmasses/birthdays afterwards, I’d receive at least two or three South Park-related gifts. It had definitely got past the point where I could politely inform my relatives that I wasn’t really into South Park. I didn’t realise that it would be used, two decades later, an an analogy for unwanted toejobs.