Opinions.

Music is one of those things that everyone has an opinion on, which would obviously include me, so let's begin.

We'll start with what I listen to. I'm not going to say that I'll listen to anything because I won't. If I ever did say that, my loving sister would immediately call "bull-shenanigans" and then promptly ask me what I thought of the new Heidi Montag joint. Like I'd ever listen to Heidi Montag. Exactly.

I will say that I do listen to a very wide range of music for a variety of different reasons. My favorite band is Rush. Lots of people have opinions about Rush. I think they're awesome but when people hear that I get a lot of agreement, or "I can't stand Geddy Lee's voice." Opinions. I won't change mine, and I can't change theirs. But for the record, because someone can't stand Geddy Lee's voice doesn't make him less awesome. He only has a voice that someone can't stand.

But the biggest opinion moment for me was six years ago when my niece heard my rock music. We were in the car and my Alice in Chains compilation was in the deck. This was the day she came out of the closet as a fan of rock music. Her Jamaican mother was a little uncomfortable at first, but was fine after I sarcastically reassured her that rock music sings about the same drugs, and objectifies the same amount of women as dancehall, r&b, and hiphop.

Unfortunately, this came at a price. Because I was the one that got my niece into rock music, I was the one bombarded with opinions and facts about Good Charlotte, My Chemical Romance, Fallout Boy, and Panic at the Disco that she garnered from J-14 magazine. Opinions.

She was also so in love with Gerard Way, lead singer of My Chemical Romance. I had to continually tell her that he doesn't love her and not get her hopes up, because I didn't want my little sweetie turning into one of those crazy girls on Rock of Love, or Rock of Love 2.

Though the price was steep, and all the parents dealing with Hannah Montana right now know what I'm talking about, it was well worth it. I got to see my niece form her own taste and opinions, whether I agreed with them or not. And I know she'll always remember her first rock concert when I took her to go see Good Charlotte at the Molson Ampitheatre July 23, 2005.

So will I.