When Alanis Morissette first came on the scene with her song 'Ironic' I'm sure I wasn't the only person to feel, deep inside, that "rain on your wedding day" and "a black fly in your chardonnay" weren't really examples of irony. True "a free ride when you've already paid" is getting there, but if Alanis wants to really get to grips with what irony is I think she needs to read O. Henry's The Gift of the Magi. Several times.
But she was just a mixed up kid trying to find her way in a crazy world so I forgave her, a little bit.
Then the other day I was buzzing back from Bezley's place listening to the radio when what should come on the radio but an Alanis song, 'You Oughta Know', and for the first time I found myself listening to the lyrics, the outpouring of anguish from a jilted lover: "Is she perverted like me, would she go down on you in a theatre?" Now, look, I really must take exception. That kind of activity is risque at best and distasteful at worst but I cannot possibly consider it perverted.
I think the things that The Burp and The Rooster do to their animal companions is much more perverted than that.