![]() I later kvetched to a friend of mine how Sk8er Boi was so bad it could be played to make kidnappers drop their weapons, and she astutely responded that as bad as Avril’s ditty was, Maroon 5’s Moves Like Jagger was worse. A few days ago, when I thought the music at the gym couldn’t get any worse, I heard from out of the past the Avril Lavigne song “Sk8er Boi.” I thought to myself at once: this is the worst pop song ever. It seems no matter how loud I blast music I like on my iPod, I can’t wholly drown out the ubiquitous caterwauling of Katy Perry and Adele. As I go about my daily life, I can usually avoid all pop music pretty well, but there’s one place where I’m unavoidably saturated in it: the gym. Back when I was an impressionable tween, I used to think “I never want to be one of those old timers who don’t care about new music!” Now I’m proud that I don’t know the melodies to any Justin Bieber songs and I’m not exactly sure who or what Nikki Minaj is. ![]() I’m happy to say I’ve finally reached the magic age where pop music doesn’t hold the slightest interest to me.
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