Turn down that awful _______ , right now!

As part of Route 1's celebration of PUNK WEEK (a week I just made up myself -- so there!), this week's FRIDAY QUESTION asks for music in readers' collections that their parents would simply H-A-T-E.
Ellen B. -- My mom would dislike my Eminem CDs and any songs on it.
Ann K. -- My dad hate all rap music because he can't understand anything they are saying.
Mary N.-P. -- All our blues music. It's indecipherable, unmelodic noise to them.
Mike D. -- I had recently moved out of the house when I acquired Extreme's "Pornograffiti," but I'm sure my parents would not have appreciated one of my favorite songs off the album, ­"Get the Funk Out,"­ simply because of the implied swearing.
Laura C. -- Beyond the usual grousing about "that noisy rock and roll," my dad used to scoff at the vapid lyrics of pop music when I was a kid. One day, he strolled through the living room as I was listening to CSNY, shook his head and said, "'I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are?' What the hell is that supposed to mean?" To which I replied, "Well, you're right, dad...I guess it can't hold a candle to 'mairzy doats and dozy doats and little lamzy divey.'" That pretty much shut him up. Inger H. -- I think my Mom would rather not listen to Sleater-Kinney. Its probably a little loud and raucous for her taste.
Rick T. -- My Elvis music. Somehow our previous generation never understood Elvis or the early Rock N Roll. They'd have a fit if they heard todays Rock N Roll, (if that what they call it now)! A lot of LOUD guitars now, so where's the music?
Madelin F. -- Once, when my parents were out of town, I played my CD single of Sir Mix-a-lot's "I Like Big Butts..." song in their brand new home stereo which was wired to play throughout the house. I cranked it up and got down and, subsequently, forgot to remove the disk. My father was the next person to use the stereo and it was the first and only time he ever scolded me for my choices in music but let's just say he was less than impressed. He was the smartest, most giving and forgiving person I ever met in my life, but he just didn't know how to appreciate Sir Mix. He missed the boat on that one because you can play that song in a club, a library, or a church and watch people's lips as they mouth every single clever word. My favorite lines? "Red beans and rice didn't miss her," and "My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hon!" That song hit the collective funnybone of several generations. Even white boys got to shout!
Kerstin H. -- Cher. Because I play it all the time.
Erik H. -- If my mom ever heard me playing Cabaret Voltaire's "Nag Nag Nag" at full volume, she might ask me to tune into a station so as not to hear that much static. Not many people would classify the Cabs as "punk," per se, but in reality they used noise as a guitar band would use the proverbial three chords. I have always wanted to pull up alongside some cranky older person on a hot summer day, roll down the window, and just BLAST "Nag Nag Nag." I don't know why I would want to do such a cruel thing. Perhaps I need professional help?