I had promised yesterday to do "a deconstruction of the modern American female circa 2007 via the lyrics to a wildly popular hit sung by a half-dozen identical retarded cheerleaders." That song, which I had only heard in passing in brief 30-second increments, turned out to be Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend."
I tried. I really did. I listened to the song all the way through and googled the lyrics and read the lyrics and honestly, I really really did try, but all I ended up with was a couple paragraph's worth of really vile profanity, some of it terribly misogynistic, some of it not even spelled correctly.
I have a hard enough time making myself think about Marmaduke every day without having to analyze the equivalent of combining "Nanny Nanny Boo Boo" (the children's song, definitely NOT the Le Tigre song) with one of those MTV shows where they follow around absurdly privileged and horribly mean teenage girls for a weekend.