sometimes I don't know, I just don't know what to feel

Avril Lavigne is a perfect example of the music marketing machine at its most brilliant, i.e., evil: a symbol of "rebellion" carefully crafted to sell as many units as possible. If you're paying any attention, or older than, say, 20, her cultivated "punk" image is pretty laughable. Her media blitz is unstoppable. Her attitude is deplorable.

But dammit, I can't get that new song "Girlfriend" out of my head. I'm about the millionth person to note this, but it's a lot like Toni Basil's 1981 hit "Mickey". (You know, "Oh Mickey you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, HEY MICKEY!") I loved that song, and kept loving it long after most of my friends couldn't stand it anymore. And as was the case with that joyously dumb ditty, the second I hear "Girlfriend"'s stomping intro, I have to turn it up and sing along like a complete idiot.

I'm fully aware that that's exactly how I'm supposed to react, but by golly, I just don't care. "Hey! Hey! You! You!..."

update, wednesday, june 20, 2007

Well, that didn't take long. I'm over it.

update to the update, not much later

Aw, who am I kidding -- I can't fight it. I'm like, so whatever.