The insidious pop music machine

God help me, but the more I listen to Liz Phair's Why Can't I?, the more I start to like it. If only Michelle Branch had recorded it, I wouldn't feel so guilty.

While we're discussing things that just ain't right, I got an email from my college boyfriend today. He called me, "dude". In fact, he's not the only man in my life that refers to me that way. Once, I found myself out with a whole bunch of boys from my old company and said, "Why am I always the only girl at these shindigs?" I was told in no uncertain terms that I had fallen off the girl radar. I had my little black dress on and everything. Being one of the guys is fun and all -- but when I'm looking all girly and shit I insist on being treated as such.