Avril Lavigne Doesn’t Hate The Orientals Like You Think She Does

By Lex April 24, 2014 @ 6:30 PM

As the music world knows by now, Avril Lavigne and her Nickelback life partner have released another bit of culture sheizen into the archives of all things inexplicably horrible. It’s Hello Kitty, as if an afflicted girl who has been staring catatonic at the wall for a decade suddenly burst into a Sailor Moon song as an aneurism took her from this earth. It’s wretched. But is it racist? Meh, not really. Or according to Avril Lavigne, not really, LOL:

As much as I’d like to punch Lavigne-Kroeger in the collective gunt for continuing to make music, and as idiotic as the ‘I have black friends’ argument is, she’s still not as fucking annoying as all the knee jerk tools who love to cry racist at every opportunity. Lazy people with difficulty forming logical arguments and self-described academics living off the public teat tend to be the biggest offenders. There’s power in labeling other people as racist. It means you are clearly not a racist. You are higher borne. You are a multiculturalist, whatever the fuck that is. You slew the redneck dragon and entered your name into the ledger of heroes. Simpleton asswipe. So Avril has a bunch of Japanese schoolgirl mannequins bopping around in her stupid Land of the Rising Sun-cliche music video. Does that mean she hates the Japs, I mean, the Japanese. Fuck all of you self-righteous name calling cowards for making me defend Avril Lavigne. I shouldn’t have to do that.

(2) Comments

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    Shastar 04/25/2014 06:44

    I don’t dislike this song because it’s racist or it appropriates culture or whatever. I dislike this song because it’s a terrible piece of music.

    I’mma go masturbate to my Liz Vicious porn collection and pretend it’s Avril like I have for the past 10 years now.

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    Trommel 04/25/2014 13:52

    My friend’s Ipod crapped out on our last road trip. We turned on the radio. First of all, the sheer amount of car commercials made me want to go back to an era where we only had horses. Speaking of horses, they ate grass, took a shit, and then the shit grew more grass. This makes sense….but, yes, I realize that we must get places faster and drive around in death machines that kill more people every year than in Desert Storm…which was to get oil for the cars that kill more people every year than….ugh, you get the picture. I say all that to say this, Avril’s song, Complicated, came on the only radio station that w could get to come in. We turned off the radio and listened to the breeze with opened car windows reminiscing of Tommy Boy and Richard singing, “Don’t you remember you told me you loved me babyyyy!”

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