That’s the big guy from Of Mice and Men. The one who kills things by loving them too hard. Who finally has to get taken out back and shot like a wounded dog. Don’t worry, I had to google his last name, too.
I’m sure my Lesbian Contingent will chime in to protest, and to them I say: to each her own. All I know is it makes my head hurt to watch her sing. But it makes me love her even more. If she were Julie London, I would hate her. In fact, I do hate Julie London. Sing like that with a face like that and you’re a Hallmark Card. But sing like a swan with an ugly-duckling face, and you’re a Great American Novel come to life.
Except she’s Canadian. But I’m willing to forgive her that for songs like these:
Still bugs me that she says “exscape,” though.
Because if it turns out she’s stupid, too, that tips the scales.