I really don't understand it.
For example, I just downloaded a Benny Benassi song that Cougar made me listen to, and that I liked. And yesterday, I downloaded a couple of Cradle of Filth songs, including The Cult of Venus Aversa and Forgive me Father (I Have Sinned)- both black metal songs I really like.
(Speaking of Cradle of Filth, you people must listen to Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa. I absolutely loved Lillith Immaculate! Go listen!!)
The "Top Rated" playlist on my iPod includes a messy compilation of Daft Punk, Leftover Crack, Silversun Pickups, Depeche Mode, Garbage, Led Zeppelin, JStar, Queen and Simian Mobile Disco among many, many others. "Recently Added" holds Lady Gaga, Cradle of Filth, and White Rose Movement. For some reason, though, it tends to mesh with me, if I do say so myself.
People don't expect me not to like the type of music they expect me to. It's weird.
Not to mention I tend to get criticized for my musical tastes: for example, one of my cousins (I love him despite this- haha!) would always criticize my love for No Doubt on the sole basis that it was No Doubt. He would continue to say that I should like a band like Metallica and not No Doubt. I would then give him one of my patented "STFUandGTFO" glares and challenged him to name a Metallica album that isn't Ride the Lightening or Metallica. The first time this happened he looked at me in shock an asked: "There's an album called Metallica?" I had officially succeeded in making him feel stupid. The times after that (yes, he continued to do this) when I made him feel stupid, he would just shake his head say "You're an asshole/dick" depending on the day, and walk away.
I would just respond with a annoyed "You've known me... how long?"
Yes, I am very defensive of my musical tastes. Never figured out why. Truthfully, up until recently, there was no type of music (or artist) I hated. The dislike started when the Disney Devil Spawn began to auto-tune their horrendous screeching and marketing it to young and impressionable Tweens. The hatred twisted when the eternal twelve year old, Justin Beiber, began his plight for fame. Then the hatred reached a pinnacle when Nicki Minaj whored out her made up words and nursery-style rhymes, shaking her pink-Jeffree-Star-styled-cotton-candy hair and plastic appendages and "rocked" her tacky, cheap, copied style.
Apparently this hatred is not applicable to any particular genre or style. It picks and chooses whoever it wishes to abhor.
Btw: The title is from a song by CSS (Cansei De ser Sexy) a Brazilian band that me and Coug are particularly partial to. It's from their debut album. Listen to it! NOW!