Poor Avril. She's gone from complicated to conflicted.
You see, she's clearly no longer a girl, but she's by no means turned into a woman just yet. She's more of a....wogirl.
The video begins with her waking up wearing next to nothing after a night of...well...you know. Though, judging by the rest of the video, Avril has grown into quite the cock tease - I feel sorry for the poor bloke chasing after her (then again, why bother?). And yet her womanly features and "what the hell" attitude apparently justify acting like a little brat. If by acting "reckless" you mean faintly crashing a car, flirting with basketball players, leading a man astray and shopping in vintage shops in a contrived attempt to be cool.
Indeed, the message of the song seems to be I'm a woman now, which means I can shirk all forms of responsibility. Yet her sound hasn't evolved much over the past few years. It's all wrapped up in a sugary, bubblegum pop package, tied up with a fake pink bow - enough to get your kid sister jumping on her bed, singing into a hairbrush and attempting to be an eency bit rebellious. Avril has turned into every twelve year old punk's wet dream.
And yet, somehow....oh...what the hell... I actually quite like it. It's that damn chorus hook - it's catchier than chlamydia. I challenge you to listen to this once and not have the tune in your head the rest of the day.
Shoot me now.
2/5
