After inflicting the emotionally superfluous musical interludes for the loathsome [I]Ally McBeal[/I], [a]Vonda Shepard[/a] returns with more [a]Tori Amos[/a]- lite tosh....
), for she's soon plunged into vapid turmoil as he hightails it.
Modern culture is already dominated by this sort of weak-kneed, self-obsessed post-feminist mush, from Kathryn Flett's autobiography to Bridget Jones (summary: It's a man's man's man's world, but it wouldn't be nothing without a man), we don't need any more. He dumped you, Vonda. Go get drunk at a singles bar like everyone else.
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