Everyone on Songmeanings says this song by Martha Wainwright is directed at her father, Loudon Wainwright III, but I never got that from this song at all. Maybe that's because I'm unfamiliar with the Wainwright line (having never listened to Loudon and not feeling very inclined toward Rufus) or that no matter how annoyed I am at my parents I don't think I could write a song so scathing.

Someone on Songmeanings says this is the perfect encapsulation of teenage agnst and, yes, it definitely is, and if it's really a song about her father then it's even more perfect, because it's that sort of foolish shameful thing teenagers say to people before they grow the fuck up and learn how to not be little ungrateful assholes about everything. I ever have a singer songwriter daughter and she wrote a song like this in regards to me I would probably slap her. This shit is offensive!

But as just a song, directed toward society at large (or some nonspecific general bloody motherfucking asshole of which there are plenty in the world), it's pretty awesome. I can totally feel her fractured wail, the way she spits the lines, and I can understand it all.

I just don't understand why some spoiled little brat who grew up with a famous rich daddy could even begin to believe she has the right to sing something like this about her dad. Man, I am really floored by this idea! I refuse to believe it. There is no way Martha Wainright is such a self-righteous cunt.

Oh, no, Wikipedia confirms, this is about her dad. Well, whatever. Funny though, that a year before this song came out, she worked with her pops on one of his songs. Bitches will be dramatic little bitches, I guess.