You've got to be kidding me.

I've always prided myself in having taste in music. For the most part, I pick songs because of their their musical intricacies, pleasing harmonies, impressive instrumentation, etc. I look down on people that listen to mindless bone-jarring head-ache causing drivel simply because it has heavy bass and the lyrics involve some form of dehumanizing women (Don't misunderstand, i'm not being feminist, I just don't think that dehumanizing women makes the music somehow better..)

My mom wanted to borrow my car, (because the inside was immaculate compared to her car) to take to work. She had to drive some directors to lunch, and so figured a spacious luxury car was prudent. As she was driving in my car, she turned on the new stereo system and an acapella song started playing, Mom mistook that song for a song from the Jungle Book, where the vultures sing to cheer Mowgli up. It was an honest mistake, since it was a movie that was my childhood favorite, next to the lion king. Mom was regaling them with tales of my childhood, and how she had to watch this particular song with me 1000 times.

After a brief pause in the music, the lyrics started again, this time with a lively beat.

"I take a look at my enormous...PENIS...
And everything is going my waaayyy
I take a look at my enormous...peniissss
And the happy times are coming to stayyyy"

The other senior directors who were thankfully not in positions senior to my mother were understandably appalled. And my mom came home in a towering fury.

Out of 3o0 songs in my iPod in my car, I can play 299 of them without feeling uncomfortable no matter who's in the car, because they are all beautiful jazz songs or indian songs (with the occaisional rock song or pop song that other people have gotten stuck in my head). What are the odds the one song that I cannot defend, was the first song that played when Mom hit shuffle...