It's something I can never quite put my finger on but I use certain songs to play my own emotions like a musical instrument, to change the way I feel (as long as I can handle feeling something intensely).
I’m
not really sure where the term "vagina music" originated. The first
time I heard it was in Nicole Holofcener’s awesome film Walking and
Talking, when a male character complained to his female car-trip
cohorts, "Are we gonna listen to this vagina music the whole way
there?" ("Yes!") The second time was almost a decade later, on an
episode of Six Feet Under wherein one of Claire’s art-school friends
demands , "You guys are gonna have to change this vagina music
immediately."
From these, we can infer that vagina music = music that others feel subjected to and wish to avoid.
Nonfictionally, in my own life, it’s come up in less
confrontational instances, usually in discussions of the famed Michigan
Womyn’s Music Festival—which was originally founded to showcase what
was specifically called women’s music—or the once-mighty Lilith Fair.
I used the expression just last weekend to refer to a band playing
Portland’s Pride festivities whose skinny jeans and self-conscious
rattails screamed ’80s synth revival ,but whose amps bleated out
something much more Indigo/DiFranco.