Gah, I wish. We had a full on knock down drag out one time about how he couldn't wear brown boots with a black belt. Although he will poke me and nod at the crazy people at Wal-Mart who are wearing sixteen layers of clothing or swimwear as clothing. And I thank God everyday that he showed me the lady who was wearing a sweater as pants.
He's very good about the emotional stuff, but some times he'll go all John Wayne on me and just nod and make MAN!FACE. Which is usually just when I'm having an over-dramatic fit. So maybe he's trying to balance things out.
Then there's the insistence that killing things to eat is just natural, which I with my blood thirsty streak can go along with to some extent... but the let's put the dead thing on the wall is where I draw the line.