I dunno. There's something silly about listening to a 34 year-old woman singing about living in her parents' basement and being a letdown to her family. I mean, come on, sweetie. This is glossy, slick, hooky, terribly overproduced hard rock just teeming with snarling, hard guitars and adolescent girl angst. In the movie Freaky Friday, a rockin' teenage grrl collides with her corporate mom and they switch bodies for a day. This record is kind of like if they melded into one instead. How much longer is the music industry going to milk the myth of the "stifled suburban girl dreaming of sweet wild womanhood?" And up to what age can a woman get away with it?