Eat your cereal with a fork

I am sure that the Germans must have a word for the sensation -- one-fifth crushing, four-fifths barking hilarious -- that happens when you're driving to Whole Foods in your Prius, switching stations on Sirius, hitting 90s on 9 just as "Joey" comes on, and you punch the volume up button like fifteen times and sing along like you're sixteen and Misunderstood and blasting your stereo in your dark room while ignoring your stupid math homework, and when you're all "and if you're somewhere drunk and passed out on the floor" you become aware that your kid is talking to you and you finish the next line and decrease the volume a little and go "What, hon?" and she repeats politely, "Mommy, I don't like this song very much. You can play it on the radio if you want, but can you please turn it down? And only that guy sings it instead of you also?"