I guess she does more than just go down in a theatre!

[BYH]

Alanis Morrissette pregnant. Whiny, screeching baby with no idea what irony really means due to arrive in four months.

http://omg.yahoo.com/photos/week-in-photos-august-7-14-2010/4116?nc

 

[Dick Whitman]

"You Oughta Know" may be the dumbest ass pop song in the long history of dumb ass pop songs.

I have never, ever, ever understood why it was universally celebrated, as it is today, as this enormous feminist moment, and why anyone saw it as this enormous revenge toward whoever dumped her. The lyrics make her sound like either (a) A lovesick 14-year-old; or (b) A psycho stalker that had every reason to be dumped. There's absolutely nothing specific in the song that she reveals that would embarrass the guy. Nothing. They met. They fell in love. It didn't work out. No indication of cheating. No domestic violence. Nothing. Just the kind of breakup that happens thousands and thousands of times in America and around the world every single day.

And yet it is absolutely put on a pedestal as this moment when the woman really, really got back at the man.

Whoop dee ****. I guess she told him. If I were the subject, I'd be rolling my eyes about her supposedly big, triumphant kiss-off.

 

[Moderator1]

Who was the member of the Maple Leafs who did the dumping? Every time someone scored on Toronto for a while, the Sports Center crew would say, "That's for Alanis Morrisette's pain."

 

[MightyMouse]

"You Oughta Know" may be the dumbest ass pop song in the long history of dumb ass pop songs.

I have never, ever, ever understood why it was universally celebrated, as it is today, as this enormous feminist moment, and why anyone saw it as this enormous revenge toward whoever dumped her. The lyrics make her sound like either (a) A lovesick 14-year-old; or (b) A psycho stalker that had every reason to be dumped. There's absolutely nothing specific in the song that she reveals that would embarrass the guy. Nothing. They met. They fell in love. It didn't work out. No indication of cheating. No domestic violence. Nothing. Just the kind of breakup that happens thousands and thousands of times in America and around the world every single day.

And yet it is absolutely put on a pedestal as this moment when the woman really, really got back at the man.

Whoop dee ****. I guess she told him. If I were the subject, I'd be rolling my eyes about her supposedly big, triumphant kiss-off.

I dunno; I might be upset that she got so rich off of it.

 

[RickStain]

Wasn't the subject Joey from Full House?

 

[RedSmithClone]

yes, uncle Joey - dave coulier.

 

[farmerjerome]

Wasn't the subject Joey from Full House?

It was.

I didn't like her music for a long time. Looking back on it though, Jagged Little Pill was really one of the better albums of the 90s, and it was right about that time that music started go downhill for that decade. Uninvited, You Learn, Hand in My Pocket and my favorite Right Through You are still songs I enjoy today.

 

[imjustagirl]

We're all missing the key here.

Alanis Morissette married a freaking rapper?

 

[Dick Whitman]

Wasn't the subject Joey from Full House?

It was.

I didn't like her music for a long time. Looking back on it though, Jagged Little Pill was really one of the better albums of the 90s.

No way. There were a lot of hits off of it, but Courtney Love holds up a copy of "Live Through This" and laughs at your premise.

 

[BYH]

"You Oughta Know" may be the dumbest ass pop song in the long history of dumb ass pop songs.

I have never, ever, ever understood why it was universally celebrated, as it is today, as this enormous feminist moment, and why anyone saw it as this enormous revenge toward whoever dumped her. The lyrics make her sound like either (a) A lovesick 14-year-old; or (b) A psycho stalker that had every reason to be dumped. There's absolutely nothing specific in the song that she reveals that would embarrass the guy. Nothing. They met. They fell in love. It didn't work out. No indication of cheating. No domestic violence. Nothing. Just the kind of breakup that happens thousands and thousands of times in America and around the world every single day.

And yet it is absolutely put on a pedestal as this moment when the woman really, really got back at the man.

Whoop dee ****. I guess she told him. If I were the subject, I'd be rolling my eyes about her supposedly big, triumphant kiss-off.

Impossible to argue with a single word here.

That said, whether it was a single stroke of brilliance or just dumb luck, "Hand In My Pocket" is a GREAT song. It rings incredibly true to anyone who has ever been 21. Or 36.

 

[JackReacher]

I saw her in concert at GMU during my senior year of high school. Four guys, four girls went with the hope of all four guys getting some sex after. Instead, all four girls danced like ****ing hippies for two hours and couldn't have given a **** less about us donks. Zippy sex for any of us.

Including the drive back and forth, that's four to five hours of my life I'm never getting back.

I'm not bitter or anything, though....

 

[Rumpleforeskin]

I saw her in concert at GMU during my senior year of high school. Four guys, four girls went with the hope of all four guys getting some sex after. Instead, all four girls danced like ****ing hippies for two hours and couldn't have given a **** less about us donks. Zippy sex for any of us.

Including the drive back and forth, that's four to five hours of my life I'm never getting back.

I'm not bitter or anything, though....

You oughta know before you go to an Alanis Morrissette concert that would happen.

 

[dooley_womack1]

I saw her in concert at GMU during my senior year of high school. Four guys, four girls went with the hope of all four guys getting some sex after. Instead, all four girls danced like ****ing hippies for two hours and couldn't have given a **** less about us donks. Zippy sex for any of us.

Including the drive back and forth, that's four to five hours of my life I'm never getting back.

I'm not bitter or anything, though....

You ended the night with one hand in your pocket and the other one typing.

 

[HC]

"You Oughta Know" may be the dumbest ass pop song in the long history of dumb ass pop songs.

I have never, ever, ever understood why it was universally celebrated, as it is today, as this enormous feminist moment, and why anyone saw it as this enormous revenge toward whoever dumped her. The lyrics make her sound like either (a) A lovesick 14-year-old; or (b) A psycho stalker that had every reason to be dumped. There's absolutely nothing specific in the song that she reveals that would embarrass the guy. Nothing. They met. They fell in love. It didn't work out. No indication of cheating. No domestic violence. Nothing. Just the kind of breakup that happens thousands and thousands of times in America and around the world every single day.

And yet it is absolutely put on a pedestal as this moment when the woman really, really got back at the man.

Whoop dee ****. I guess she told him. If I were the subject, I'd be rolling my eyes about her supposedly big, triumphant kiss-off.

I'm a little old for this one but I thought the big deal with this song was that it was a truly angry song about an ex as opposed to the standard "he left me and I'm blue" or "he left me but I'm blaming the other woman" songs that were the norm.

 

[Starman]

I saw her in concert at GMU during my senior year of high school. Four guys, four girls went with the hope of all four guys getting some sex after. Instead, all four girls danced like ****ing hippies for two hours and couldn't have given a **** less about us donks. Zippy sex for any of us.

Including the drive back and forth, that's four to five hours of my life I'm never getting back.

I'm not bitter or anything, though....

Isn't it ir.... oh the hell with it.

 

[mpcincal]

Well, a lot of people certainly got into that album — and if you did, good for you — but what I remember about it is that a little while after it came out, I walked into the local record store (remember those?) to browse and "Jagged Little Pill" was playing on the store PA. That was a painful listen. Not painful in the "aw, I feel really bad for her" or "Man, that reminds me of when I got dumped" sense, but in the sense of "My ears are bleeding, please turn that off."

 

[doubledown68]

"You Oughta Know" may be the dumbest ass pop song in the long history of dumb ass pop songs.

I have never, ever, ever understood why it was universally celebrated, as it is today, as this enormous feminist moment, and why anyone saw it as this enormous revenge toward whoever dumped her. The lyrics make her sound like either (a) A lovesick 14-year-old; or (b) A psycho stalker that had every reason to be dumped. There's absolutely nothing specific in the song that she reveals that would embarrass the guy. Nothing. They met. They fell in love. It didn't work out. No indication of cheating. No domestic violence. Nothing. Just the kind of breakup that happens thousands and thousands of times in America and around the world every single day.

And yet it is absolutely put on a pedestal as this moment when the woman really, really got back at the man.

Whoop dee ****. I guess she told him. If I were the subject, I'd be rolling my eyes about her supposedly big, triumphant kiss-off.

Impossible to argue with a single word here.

That said, whether it was a single stroke of brilliance or just dumb luck, "Hand In My Pocket" is a GREAT song. It rings incredibly true to anyone who has ever been 21. Or 36.

Wow. Couldn't disagree more here. Alanis was at her screechiest worst in that awful song.

Her best work came in the Kevin Smith View Askew films precisely because the roles were silent (except when she made Matt Damon's head explode, of course).

 

[forever_town]

I saw her in concert at GMU during my senior year of high school. Four guys, four girls went with the hope of all four guys getting some sex after. Instead, all four girls danced like ****ing hippies for two hours and couldn't have given a **** less about us donks. Zippy sex for any of us.

Including the drive back and forth, that's four to five hours of my life I'm never getting back.

I'm not bitter or anything, though....

You ended the night with one hand in your pocket and the other one typing.

More like one hand in your pocket and the other one holding a Kleenex.

 

[Huggy]

Well, a lot of people certainly got into that album — and if you did, good for you — but what I remember about it is that a little while after it came out, I walked into the local record store (remember those?) to browse and "Jagged Little Pill" was playing on the store PA. That was a painful listen. Not painful in the "aw, I feel really bad for her" or "Man, that reminds me of when I got dumped" sense, but in the sense of "My ears are bleeding, please turn that off."

Spot on, this. I can't think of one slightly redeeming moment on this whole ****ing album.

Ah, browsing in the local record store, one of my alltime fave things to do. There's a good thread in there: great record stores. Toronto was full of them at one time.

 

[Dick Whitman]

Well, a lot of people certainly got into that album — and if you did, good for you — but what I remember about it is that a little while after it came out, I walked into the local record store (remember those?) to browse and "Jagged Little Pill" was playing on the store PA. That was a painful listen. Not painful in the "aw, I feel really bad for her" or "Man, that reminds me of when I got dumped" sense, but in the sense of "My ears are bleeding, please turn that off."

Spot on, this. I can't think of one slightly redeeming moment on this whole ****ing album.

Ah, browsing in the local record store, one of my alltime fave things to do. There's a good thread in there: great record stores. Toronto was full of them at one time.

Record stores are becoming dinosaurs. Even the chain stores aren't carrying anything. I had to go to four stores the other day - two Best Buys, a Borders, and a B&N - before I found the new Arcade Fire disc. The No. 1 album in America this week. Couldn't find it anywhere. Ten years ago, there would have been dozens and dozens of them on display.