"Nananananananananananana"

Open the door. Get in the driver's seat. Put in the key. Start the car.
Now, adjust the seat, the mirrors and a/c. Turn on the radio.

And even before the trip begins, Pink ruins it for everyone.

For the past three weeks, ninety percent of the time, Pink's So What has been playing on the radio. The song, that has an uncanny resemblance to every other song by the artist, is like herpes on my car stereo: it's great when it's not on it, but when it is... painful, putrid, misery that you can't get rid of.

I cannot get past the adolescent song lyrics like "Waiter just took my table, gave it to Jessica Simps; guess I'll just sit with drum boy, least he knows how to hit". Why is that even in a song about divorce?

And this sort of writing is evident in almost every song: lyrics filled with obvious hatred towards the bleach blonde "pop" idols and so-called "hot chicks"--portray Pink as jealous instead of empowered. The immature approach to serious subjects like anorexia and bulimia also make Pink's talent debatable.

I don't deny that the woman has catchy beats that are easy to "totally rock out" to. But, I will not go so far as to say that talent is what keeps her on the radio.