Pink - Behind the Music

I'm dying to get outside and see Prospect Park and somehow get Band-Aids. But the idea of getting all the way over there with my crutches keeps me sitting on my bed, slowly, slowly buttoning my shirt to prolong taking those first steps. And this is when I discover new things with my new TV, like VH1 and "Pink - Behind the Music."

I love how they rally together all of these "industry insiders" to talk about the glorious rise of a singer named Pink - a tough white girl who rocked her punk style to make in-yo-face dance music and inspire a generation of little girls to get tattoos.

I always thought that to have a "Behind the Music," there had to be something behind your music. Is it possible there's anything lurking behind the album "misundastood" or lyrics like "I'm coming out so you better get this party started?" The commentator actually uses words like "cathartic" and "heartache" throughout the documentary.

It's glorious, and I mean that. God bless you, TV, for padding this charade out to an hour, and allowing snobs like me to continually feel haughty. The satisfaction almost makes up for being poor.