When I was in middle school I developed an unhealthy obsession with Garbage. I say unhealthy because now that I'm older I realize most of Garbage's music is pretty terrible, but Shirley Manson did terrible awful things to my adolescent puberty-ravaged mind and I couldn't resist her sultry voice and her fake-red red red hair. This desire for redheads would unfortunately rear it's ugly head yet again my Freshman year of high school when I became embarrassingly enchanted with Vitamin C. I thought she was hot, and I actually listened to her music even though deep down it made me feel kind of supremely gay. (A girlfriend bought me the Vitamin C doll, which is so rare apparently that I can't find a picture of it on the internet.)

Vitamin C was the alter-ego for Colleen Fitzpatrick, a cute girl who prior to her wannabe Britney Spears days played in a power pop band called Eve's Plum which I sought out around the same time. Eve's Plum first album, Envy, was an interesting mix of power pop and snarling female vocals, which failed to make any sort of impression on MTV listeners of the day even though one of their music videos made it onto Beavis and Butthead. Their second album, Cherry Alive, traded in the snarling vocals for slick studio production and smooth vocals from Ms. Fitzpatrick and yet again, nobody gave a shit.

This is probably because it's ridiculously gay. I can't stomach the shit anymore, (especially the song Jesus Loves You (Not As Much As I Do) which makes me want to drop kick kittens into outer space whenever I hear it these days). I fondly remember Colleen Fitzpatrick these days as the incredibly sexy but ultimately sadly discarded redhead vampire from Dracula 2000.