Now regarded as one of the greatest movies of the aughts, “The Social Network” was dismissed by many as simply “the Facebook Movie” before its release. I still don’t know why I didn’t change the song, whether I was fearing the next song would be worse or out of some kind of teenage rebellion, but after that I made sure to have more grandma-friendly music at the ready for next time. Right after the first utterance of “I want to fuck you like an animal,” my grandma turned to me and said, “Well, this is a lovely song.” I apologized, but still let the rest of the song play as my grandma continued to make disapproving sounds from the passenger seat. Despite the opening lyrics about desecration and penetration, the first half of the song passed by smoothly.

Instead of changing the track, or turning on the radio, or doing anything to stop this situation, I let the song play. That’s how it came to pass that I was driving one day with my grandma in the passenger seat when Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer” came on the stereo. As a “cool” teen, I would listen to the then-new technology of mix CDs in my car. (I have an early memory of getting in trouble for calling a blender a “douchebag” after picking it up from my pre-K viewing of Revenge Of The Nerds.) In high school, I would often drive my grandma, who lived with my parents, around town, because she never learned to drive. Unlike in some of my friends’ households, The Simpsons, Beavis And Butt-Head, and South Park were all fair game, and my dad would show me R-rated movies as far back as I can remember. When I was a child, my parents were very lax about what I would watch.

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