Liz Phair looks like exactly the kind of woman I would hate. Not to help matters any, she's blonde, although there is some question as to her natural hair color. And her last album was a bit on the "pop" side, for which she unabashedly admits to and attributes to a need to play the game and make real money. All counts against her in my book, but I love her stuff and I find her crude honesty, juxtaposed with those cutsie pop riffs enormously ironic and talented. Her last album I got on a whim and surprisingly, with my femi-nazi past, had never really gotten into Liz Phair previously. I found myself humming it constantly and playing it non stop. So I went back and revisited some of her older stuff, including "Exile in Guyville". I haven't found a song of hers yet whose twisted, lewd sensibilities didn't make me smile. Revisit Liz's stuff yourself and remember why her first raw, garage band sound was such a shock to culture the first time around.