Don’t you hate it when you are so passionate and sure of something and can’t wait to tell the world, and then it is brought to your attention that you are wrong? Welcome to my life, folks.

I think cool people love shows. I love shows. I love “Ace of Cakes,” I love “Top Chef” and I love “Real Housewives,” “Curb Your Enthusiasm,” “Bill Maher” and “The Office,” among others. “True Blood,” “Entourage,” “Californication,” “Dexter” and “Real Sex” all make the list as well. I guess what I really love is just meeting new people and finding common denominators when discussing entertainment.

Usually, the aforementioned shows pop up in conversation, give or take a few. But there is still one show that no one our age ever discusses. One show that is so irreplaceable and so undervalued by the college student body that it kills me. That show is “The View.”

When it comes to television, NOTHING holds a place in my heart like “The View” does. There was a time during which all the residents on my side of 60 Henry St. knew I TiVo-ed “The View” every single day. There had been fights surrounding the fact that “Gossip Girl” didn’t record on our side of the house because the memory was full on the television. Call me selfish and see if I care. “The View” is my favorite daytime show and ample space on TiVo deserves its taping.

In fact, my dream job is a seat on “The View.” I would love nothing more than to be paid to talk about all of the topics I love, only to eventually shut down Elizabeth Hasselbeck’s toxic stance on a daily basis.

I love the show itself because everything they discuss is interesting, and most of the guests show the viewers a good laugh — like the time Danny DeVito was so wasted that he sat on Rosie O’Donnell’s lap and cited “too many lemoncellos” as the reason.

Sometimes, though, with the gentle hands of Whoopi Goldberg and Barbara Walters to guide him, a guest’s appearance on the show has the power to change my opinion of them. Such was the case last May with Lil Wayne. Now, I don’t love Lil Wayne like I love Jay-Z, but I don’t hate him either. No one beats Hova in my book, for reasons that anyone who loves Jay-Z already knows; and side note, if God came down and granted me two weeks to be anyone other than myself, it would be Beyonce.

So yeah — as a human being, I used to regard Lil Wayne as the scum of the rap world. However, after his appearance on “The View,” I have found myself within a Weezy evolution: He has begun to earn my respect. On top of looking respectable, he was really honest about his whole history, where he came from and what he’s moving toward. If he can stay off the sippy cup of prescription cough syrup he became synonymous with, we’re looking at good things. If you’re a fan you should YouTube his appearance. You’ll not only like the person he presents himself as, but you’ll actually like the show.

And when you do you will also understand why I love Whoopi Goldberg so much. As soon as Joy Behar starts making trivial comments on his tattoos — information benefiting no one — Whoopi brings it back to how Weezy went back to college. And rappers in college can only mean one major thing: that we are on our way to an MTV that can teach kids about something other than “ass-clapping.” To Wayne, everybody. (And “The View!”)