Why is all the hate saved for me?

Yesterday, my teen (Tal) was in a snit about something or other. Honestly, I don’t remember what it was, it was that insignificant.
The younger one (Lula) doesn’t want to go to bed on time. Her main excuse these days is that she does not want to be alone upstairs for the whole half hour until Tal goes to bed. Apparently there are gangs of people walking around up there making all kinds of awful noises that creep her out.
In the middle of arguing about this, Tal decides her attitude needed to be taken out for some air. As I get out of my desk chair and head out of the office to try to reason with Lula, Tal decides she needs to stand in the doorway and not let me pass…just for the hell of it. I place my hands firmly on her shoulders and move her out of the door and down the hallway. I think nothing of it.
However, I did not know that Tal was gravely upset about this and commences a tirade to my hubby. He didn’t see the problem with what I had done. Then I walk into the room and the girl actually tries to demand an apology from me. For what? You saw me coming, you chose not to move out of my way, so you were moved.
This argument continues for about a half hour, at which point I leave the room and she continues it with the daddy. He posed a very good question to her, “Would she be demanding an apology from him, had he been the offender?” Can you guess the answer. Well, no she wouldn’t.
Why would it be ok from Dad, but not from Mom?
Teenage girls just hate their Moms. There is no rhyme nor reason to it.