I think part of the reason why I can’t stand Taylor Momsen is that she brings out a side of myself I didn’t know I had, the side that says things like “Kids these days!” and “Where are her parents?!” You know, the type of person who is cranky and wears ear plugs at rock concerts. Is there a time where I might have thought Taylor Momsen was cool, with her underwear as outerwear, and her guns, and her whore makeup? I don’t know. I’m going to go drink some prune juice now and watch reruns of “Murder, She Wrote.”
