Why do almost all women today hate home audio?

This thread got me thinking about how my whole family was pretty caught up in music. My mother and sister were both very involved in the stereo system - at least as much as me and my dad. They had their albums and they loved to play them loud, all the way through. The musical tastes were a bit different for each of us but we enjoyed each other's music. Skip forward to the present, I'm in my 50s, my sister just turned 60. When she comes over we still find time to sit down in front of the stereo and listen to music, sharing our latest finds. My mother passed away last summer. She was using a pair of Klipschorns I left at her house, and she too would sit down with me to listen to an album from time to time. I should say none of my family members ever got caught up in the hifi sound quality game like I did. They just wanted convenient, decent sounding, reasonably affordable systems. My mom appreciated the Klipschorns I left at her place because they're loud, and her hearing wasn't so good later in life. 

I also have a younger sister - 14 years younger. I was gone in the Navy for much of the time she was growing up. But I learned  more recently that she is very familiar with all of my mom and dad's albums, and all of my classical CDs I left at the house. She listened to all of those CDs all the way through multiple times with her friends. 

Audio has always been a boys club. Men know women love audio as much as the next person. It's just the boys who get in the way of that appreciation. Then they fall all over themselves mansplaining it.

All the best,
Nonoise

Met my wife in 1985 in the Licorice Pizza record store in Santa Barbara, CA where I worked when I was 19 (I was the LP buyer!!!). She roller skated into the store and my heart went pitter-patter :). I’d never approached a girl/woman before...obviously I was a virgin...yet, I mustered the courage to approach her at the 45’s rack and ask if I could help her find something. Crickets. Stood there like a doofus for about a minute before walking off, dejected and forlorn. She roller skated out of the store and out of what I thought was the rest of my Life. Next day (Friday) I get an invitation at work to a party in Isla Vista, the campus housing community for UCSB. I go. Guess whose apartment it is...Roller Girl! Turns out that when she was in the store the day before, she was just being the wing-girl for her roommate who had a crush on one of my co-workers who she wanted to ogle in the store...oh, and she had been high on acid...which had made her mute to my overture in the store. The party was a front for her roommate to seek to initiate romance with my co-worker. That never worked out. Anyhoo, she comes up to me at the party and explains the aforementioned and then asks me if I want to meet Mr. Wizard. I say "sure", not knowing what that meant. Mr. Wizard was a bong. I ended up staying the night. We went to the People’s Park the next morning to hang out on a blanket drinking beer (she was 21!) and smoking doobies watching the annual People’s Park May Day Concert. Headliner was X...an awesome 80’s LA punk band. During Exene Cervenka’s awesome belting out of the chorus of Under the Big Black Sun, Roller Girl tells me to "close your eyes and stick out your tongue". I do. She doses me with liquid acid. It’s an awesome concert. I woke up the next day not a virgin. Same for Roller Girl. And we’ve been together faithfully ever since. And she’s always loved every version of our stereo, from the double stacked AR3a’s powered by 4 Dyna Mark IIIs to the near world-class system that we are so lucky to have today. Haven’t been many weekends when we don’t played vinyl. And let’s just say we look forward to May Day all year long!

mic drop

That's the most beautiful thing I've heard in quite some time. 

right, pretty cool story, checks out all the boxes.