Does the world really need to know about the intense sexual chemistry that connects Avril Lavigne and Deryck Whibley? That's a question The Best Damn Thing - specifically, its bouncy power ballad Hot - dares to ask. The answer is a resounding "Like, totally!" It suits the cheerleader tone of the third album by Canada's sk8brat turned sullen fashionista turned, er, misogynist bitch. Smart pop production (Pink/Kelly Clarkson associate Dr. Luke is a way better Lavigne Svengali than middling Canrocker Raine Maida) and the stadium-sized drumming of Blink-182's Travis Barker make this slab of bubblegum vapidity better and more fun than 04's depresso Under My Skin, and the tracks overseen by Whibley (aka Mr. Lavigne) are basically our girl fronting Fat Lip-era Sum 41, which is entertaining. But the lyrics are brutal . It's not just that Lavigne's an artist who considers "She's like, so whatever" the epitome of witty put-downs - the real issue is her atrocious anti-feminist catty streak. You'd think Lavigne'd be able to swallow her insecurity enough to write one song that's not about dissing other girls or how great her honey is. And WTF is up with the title track's princess posturing? I miss the tomboy tween who scoffed at the ballerina that wanted to snag her sk8r boi.