Alanis Morissette "Jagged Little Pill" [1995]

Consider the mystery about why young men don't stick around with young women cased closed: "Jagged Little Pill" explains in agonizing detail just what guys hate about girls, especially those who are prone to talking your fucking ears off after sex. Cloying, unreasonable and possessed by an incurably insecure id, "Jagged Little Pill" is the Rosetta Stone of personality defects that keep a woman from being able to keep a man. The estrogen pollutes the air from the opening lines throughout; any dude who doesn't choke before the end of "You Oughta Know" is obviously still a virgin. How this nightmare answering machine message ever got to the top of the charts is far beyond me. Elsewhere, "Ironic" ironically doesn't have a grasp of the word's meaning and "Hand in My Pocket" consists of neo-hippie behavior so banal it's mystifying how they managed to wring over 3 1/2 minutes out of it. Fake grunge mixed with faux-Joni Mitchell mannerisms, this is a pill destined to make you very, very sick.