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Not only did she steal the tie from Gwen Stefani, she smashed a brand new Gibson guitar. Ouch. Her songs are infectious....but annoying. I think I got that damn "Complicated" song in my head, but that's because every time I turn on mtv, there she is; the tie-stealing, "sk8er punk," little girl wearing too much eyeliner.

Personally, I thought Avril was very cute when I first saw her. It seemed like we finally had a breath of fresh air from the Britney generation. But it seems we were simply getting suffocated by the same exact thing. She is another product to mold and shape, and poor Avril is just another pretty face that can sing. If you ask her to name one person from the late 70's and early 80's that was a pioneer in punk, she'd probably look at you with big dumb eyes and explode because her brain suddenly stopped working. (For those of you who care, some of the early pioneers were The Sex Pistols, The Clash, and Blondie) This little girl who think's she is "hardcore" is nothing to that of someone who is really hardcore like Alanis Morrisette, Tori Amos, or Michelle Branch. Real artists who draw from their pain and their lives, and put their soul on paper with a pen. Also, might I add, they can actually play their instruments. Avril holds the guitar, or straps it around herself. But have you ever seen her with pick in hand and actually strumming? Haha! I think not my little lemmings!

The lyrics are simple enough to be children's songs. Easy enough to be learned with listening to it for the third or fourth time. I mean seriously, "Cause he was a sk8er boi, she said see ya later boi." I'm assuming that spelling things incorrectly is cute? Methinks not. Avril sweetie you went to kindergarten, I'm sure you can spell "skater" and "boy." And face it, skaters came long before Avril came to MTV and said it was cool. She is too concerned over how cool and hardcore she is, while labeling herself so much the label tends to lose its meaning. She's basically screaming, "Ooooh! Look at me I'm an individual! I'm a skater! Buy my records and dress like me!!!" Can she even skate?!

Who knew that rock/punk could be raped of it's nature by corporate executives using a willing teenager. It's bad enough that music has been desecrated by professional song writers who are hidden behind a blonde pair of boobs wearing something that looks like it was made for Barbie. The talent might be there, but real talent shines through even more so when the lyrics are handwritten, when the blisters from playing your guitar hurt and bleed and you still don't care, and when every word you say is true and has meaning. Avril has the money to buy overly expensive "skater" clothes, but that doesn't mean all the other skaters out there do. Those Dickies pants she wears aren't cheap. Avril is a poser. I do not think I can put it any simpler than that.