Picture this: You're 15 years old, and your mother drives you to an appointment at the doctor's office. Afterward, she agrees to stop by a record store to let you get a new album. The most exciting new song that you're hearing on the radio is "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls. Your mother is a guidance counselor at a high school, and has forbidden you from listening to stuff that she sees the kids that come her way listening to, but is pretty oblivious to bands that she hasn't heard. There isn't a warning label on the Divinyls cassette. Even if there was, she got you that Pop Will Eat Itself cassette in the sixth or seventh grade without too much of an argument, so you think you're in the clear. That's when it happens: The girl behind the counter tells her that the music you're carrying isn't appropriate for a 15-year-old boy. She listens and thus becomes the recipient of a teenage grudge.
Now let's say that it's nearly 20 years later and you still have that memory. You know that the album in question isn't particularly good aside from that lone single, but you still feel like your life would have been a little bit cooler if you had just gotten that one tape under the radar. Still, she did buy you your first Nine Inch Nails CD for Christmas when you were 16. That was pretty cool. Thanks mom.