After my co-ed rec softball team got killed in its first game by a bunch of fucking ringers, we went to the bar that sponsors us. Half-price pitchers tend to ease the pain of an 8-1 loss. At the bar, I was having a conversation about Lollapalooza '94, which I attended as a ripe young hairless (head to toe) 16-year-old virgin at the World Music Theater. L7 played at that show, and they rocked. I have always loved this song. The video is classic early '90s female grunge music video cinematography, where they don't keep the camera on someone long enough to really tell if they're hot, so you must assume that they are. Or not. It's tough to say, especially given that lead singer Donita Sparks once reached into her bleeding vagina and threw a tampon into an unruly crowd. True story.
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