When I was in high school (really dating myself here) someone was passing around the case from Poison's first tape/record on the bus one day on the way to school. More than a couple of idiots said something to the effect of "Hey, those are some hot looking bitches!" Then the laughter and mocking started when it was announced that they were all guys.
As the father of a 20-something daughter who was not long ago a teen-ager mooning after Leonardo diCaprio (someone she thankfully could never get near), I was dismayed to see on one of those VH1 "Behind the Music" shows, a young girl holding up a sign at a "Poison" concert that read in bold lettering: "FUCK ME, BRETT!" And from the piggish reminiscences of the band members, it sounds like the poor, deluded girl had a chance....
As the father of a 20-something daughter who was not long ago a teen-ager mooning after Leonardo diCaprio (someone she thankfully could never get near),
My daughter is 17, and the whole time she was growing up I expected to have to deal with stuff like that, but it seems like I dodged the bullet. Most of the CD's in her collection are of singers and groups from the 1920's to the 1940's. The posters in her room....and I'm not joking here...Frank Sinatra and Judy Garland. Her "Hollywood Icon..." Jucille Ball. Maybe it was my constantly sujecting her to Stone Temple Pilots, The Dead Milkmen and Nirvana when she was growing up that pushed her to rebel in the only way left to her.