The danger of judging a book by its cover
See that middle-aged short-haired soccer-mom-looking woman bopping along to something on her iPod shuffle that matches her shirt while shopping in the chi-chi supermarché?
She’s listening to Rob Zombie.
(To be absolutely honest, she’s not sure what she was listening to; shuffles don’t tell you what’s playing. But it was noisy and lurid with a rather strong upbeat and a lot of growling.)
