I love music. LOVE IT. When I was growing up, though, my mom was the heavy and wouldn't let me listen to anything that was popular (read: good) at the time. Madonna was forbidden, but I could have Debbie Gibson. My friend PreachersKid had Poison, Saigon Kick, Tesla - all the great metal bands. My mom relented and let me have NELSON. PreachersKid would often time make me mixed tapes of all the better music, and he'd sneak it to me after church. And in turn, I'd sneak up to the balcony of the church, turn the clock ahead 15 minutes so we'd get out early.

When we'd take a trip to the 'big city' (ie: Denver or Colorado Springs), we'd bed and plead for her to turn on one of the good stations. We never won. We'd end up listening to the oldies station or sports radio. Eventually, when we got walkman's, we'd tune in and try and catch some sort of glimpse into the real cool music. (We didn't have MTV at our house, so we were REALLY in the dark)

On one occasion when my mom relented and turned on Magic FM out of the 'Springs, she was driving our suburban full of girls to some school event. Who knows what it was - Future Homemakers of America, more than likely (yah, that worked out well for me, right).

The song on the radio was "Push It" by Salt-n-Pepa. All of the girls in said suburban went crazy, bouncing around and singing along.

My mom?

She turns off the radio, and says, "Girls! Do you know what this song is about? It is about a man pushing his penis into a woman's vagina!!"

MOOD. KILL.

My friends were silenced.

I was horrified.

If I could have thrown myself out of the moving vehicle, I think I would have.