You know, I used to try to give Courtney the benefit of the doubt. I tried to pretend that she wasn't an opportunistic, overbearing white-trash junkie that any sane man would kill himself rather than spend one more minute with. Even after the damning "Kurt and Courtney", where the 'caine-stoked former stripper came across as a delightfully repulsive blend of high-falutin, arrogant movie star and pointlessly provocative, low-rent rock star, I really, really tried not to hate her, because it's so cliched to call her the new Yoko or any of the other hoary, vaguely misogynist cavils that are directed against her.
But you know what? Someone's got to be the clown. Someone has to serve as the punching bag for any movement. Someone has to be the living stereotype. And, damn it, she'd probably be disappointed if people like me didn't revile her. She is to rock music what Andrea Dworkin is to feminism, what Al Sharpton is to social activism, what Norman Mailer is to literature. Who am I to deny her that role?
Boy, today is a lite-content day, isn't it. Sorry about that.