Man, remember when Liz Phair was happy being the rockingest chick since Suzi Quattro, and didn’t give a shit if you wanted to fuck her or not? She was all like “Hey, Urge Overkill! You guys are fuck-knuckles!” and we were all like “wow, that woman has some fucking licks” and we bought her records and played them to our friends to prove that chick music didn’t have to give you AIDS or your period or something.
Those were some awesome times. They really were.
