Far be it for me to criticize anybody’s art but my darling husband has been afflicting me with the radio quite a bit lately, and I feel a strong need to vent a bit. If you disagree with my usage of the word “afflicting”, you obviously haven’t been listening to a station that plays a fucking Avril Lavigne song three or four times an hour. Lucky you.
If you like Avril, fine. I’m gonna make fun of her anyway. I’m sorry, but it’s everything, everything that I wanted. It was meant to be, supposed to be, and I’ve lost it…
I guess the big mistake I make with Avril is that I tend to listen to her lyrics. It’s a no-no. My husband and daughter both like her, because they are blissfully ignorant of lines like this:
“Let’s talk this over, it’s not like we’re dead
Was it something I did? Was it something You said?
Don’t leave me hanging in a city so dead…”
But, let me tell you, Canada, I’m getting pretty bitter about this Avril Lavigne export business. Let’s get this straightened out right here and now. Kids in the Hall reruns? Good. Avril Lavigne? Bad.
That’s how I feel, eh. And if you don’t like it, well, take off, hosers!
Note: In case anyone pays attention to these things, the time stamp is correct. I am indeed writing about Avril Lavigne at 3:35 a.m.. If you must know, upon waking up to pee, I noticed that I had that stupid “My Happy Ending” song bouncing around in my head and instantly became too annoyed to go back to sleep. Hence, the post.