There once was a time that I didn’t just listen to what I enjoyed, I only listened to what I enjoyed in the genre of what my social demographic considered to be acceptable.
I knew I was completely free of caring about that nonsense when my i-pod shuffle played Billy Ray Cyrus while I was driving to get dinner on a second date with a gorgeous lad that I was into… the metal-head in me would have been mortified.
Instead, I sang along. Oh sweet freedom! HEAR ME NOT GIVE A ****