One time in the mid-90s I was driving the family's Nissan Stanza wagon and my father was in the passenger seat. The radio was tuned to my favorite alternative r

One time in the mid-90s I was driving the family's Nissan Stanza wagon and my father was in the passenger seat. The radio was tuned to my favorite alternative rock station. We were stopped at a red light and my father stabbed the POWER button on the radio to shut it off. I was surprised and mystified and I asked him why he'd done that. He said that the singer was going "rape me... rape me..." which was probably Cobain's Nirvana at the time. I was still surprised because I hadn't been paying a bit of attention to the lyrics. My father has always been a good boundary enforcer, and I'm thankful that he notices that kind of thing, even when I haven't.