If it were socially acceptable and hygienic in the most foolproof manner, I'd lick records when I'm out hunting. There is nothing more exciting than going out to buy some wax. Whether you have an idea of what you want or are just riding a wave of exploration as it comes, vinyl-hunting is one of the most exciting and personal activities music lovers have. I once had a fairly large record collection that had taken over a decade to amass. But due to personal reasons, I was forced to part ways with a rather significant portion of it.
I usually refer to that dark moment in time as The Great Purge of 2006, which is my own way of controlling the innate pedantic nature of record collectors. In fact, I've always agreed with Poison Idea's masterpiece Record Collectors Are Pretentious Assholes LP and the joke on Tom "Pig Champion" Roberts' extensive record collection sprawled out for all to gawk at. We are a fastidious and annoying bunch. It's because we are passionate and obsessive. It's because for a large majority of us, we are not doctors or lawyers or CFOs of anything but in this, our chosen field, we are experts.
We record collectors have been many things, some flattering, many not. One thing record collectors have never been, even if just sitting at home on their laptops, is lazy. Well, until now anyways. Behold, the "record of the month" club.