Avril Lavigne
We may have underestimated Avril Lavigne.
For years, we just assumed that Avril was a vapid, one-trick-pony teenybopper who desperately wanted to be a younger, prettier Peaches, but without all the sexual ambiguity and questionable personal hygiene [NSFW]. Like certain posers we could name, we always found her a little too clean and sanitized to be a real rocker -- the kind of chick who laid claim to working-class street cred, but then she'd show up wearing a fresh, clean, polkadot hoodie, with cutesy PowerPuff Girl-ish cartoon skulls on her arm rest. In other words: not a rocker. Call us when you get to rehab.
But this photo? This photo changes everything. See: Avril is being driven around in a Jeep Wrangler. A black Jeep Wrangler. And it's dirty. Note the mud (or mud-equivalent) on the door and fender, indicating that her chauffeur might've taken her some place unpaved. If this photo were a math problem, it would add up to "hardcore".
Avril Lavigne: we'd like to apologize for anything we might have said on drunken nights over the past five years wishing swine flu upon you and your circle of friends. Thanks to your filthy mudflaps, you've totally been redeemed.
