A critique of Rebecca Black’s song Friday that interprets it as radical text. And makes logical, reasoned statement why the Usher look-alike is a paedophile-pimp.

..Ms. Black first appears as her own computer-generated outline: wobbly, marginal, a dislocated erasure. The days of the week flip by accompanied by dull obligations—“essay due”—and tired clichés—“Just another manic Monday…” Her non-being threatens to be consumed by this virtual litany of nothing at all until, at long last—Friday…

The best belly-ache inducing laughter I have had in a while. :D

Well, that article, and Awkward Dancing Girl.