I don't know what got into my - some strange urge driving me to watch the song that everyone has been bashing. Yes, you know the one: Friday, by Rebecca Black.
Everyone else on the Interweb has already stabbed this song to pieces with blunt coat hangers, then charred the remnants on a gas grill and left it out for the raccoons, so there's not much I can say about this song's atrocity that you haven't already heard. Did she really think I wasn't sure that Thursday came before Friday, or Sunday came after Saturday? Why is it so hard to choose a seat in the car? Why is there a car anyway, if they're in like middle school? But I won't go on, though I could for hours. This song is just wrong. It shouldn't even exist, it's so terrifyingly horrible.
This is the kind of thing that makes me fear for the fate of humanity.