Bratty Avril

We're nominating her for brattiest pop brat of all time. We're not denying at all that we have some serious difficulties stomaching Avril. First of all, either she is the Godfather of all pop songs, or all her pop songs are crudely cut and paste versions of everything that has been playing since the 1980's. With the exact same baseline. We think to make "Girlfriend" she mashed up some Joan Jett, Pink, The Veronicas, Xtina, Hilary Duff's last single, and threw in a good helping of Gwen Stefani (hollaback girl, much?), just for good measure. And to make it all more disturbing, is that some Rihanna we hear in that creepy pseudo-jaimacan interlude? And yet we...er...kind of like her. This is extremely compromising to our morals. And if there is one thing we are getting completely comfortable with, it is having our morals compromised. Even though her single is a decadent orgy of all pop princesses that have ever been, we really do admire it's egotistical, unapologetic brattiness. But what is with this Mrs. "Avril Whibley" bridezilla shit?