Violent video games, your parents, and you

I remember when Half-Life first came out and my brother and I bought it for ourselves. I was playing through the beginning of the game, and I remember very distinctly when I came across that scientist lying in the hallway with a headcrab sucking on his brain. As I was bashing the headcrab with a crowbar, my mother walked by and happened to see what I was playing. Commence motherly freak-out about "OMG VIOLENCE!!" (never mind that I'd been playing things like Doom and Wolfenstein for years...), how I'm a horrible person for playing a game like that, and how "no game like that is ever coming into this house again." None of which she ever cared enough to bitch about again, let alone try to enforce.

Jam it back in, in the dark.