Today I'm driving down the road listening to my all time favorite hair band, Poison. Now when I listen to Poison, I am all, big hair, crazy makeup, take my shirt off while sitting on my skanky boyfriend's shoulders, throw my undies at Bret Michaels...excited. Well, maybe not that much, but more like, turn up the radio in the minivan to an appropriate loudness. But I rock it out.
So I'm there rocking "Talk Dirty To Me," and I am thankful that my child oldest child is not in the car. And then I have a flashback. Back in 1990 I was oh... 13 or 14 years old. It was Christmas time and my parents got EVERYTHING on my Christmas list. I was so excited that I actually saved that list with it's check marks on the side of each item. All but one. Flesh and Blood album from Posion.
I always wondered why they didn't get me that present. I mean, you got everything else, why not one harmless CD? But today, I actually giggled, thinking of the sight of my dad, Cowboy hat, boots and pearl snap shirt, standing in the "Rock & Roll" section holding that cover and wondering "What the hell does my little girl want this for?"
As a parent now I try to shelter my kids. I am appalled at all that there is out there, songs about kissing girls, taking rides on your disco stick... But it's always been there, hasn't it? We did it, we grew up on Porkys movies, Revenge of the Nerds with it's sexual inuendo, and we are still alive.
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