So every time I try to sit down and talk about the planet's new favorite Scottish chanteuse -- and the fervor with which every person you know has been singing (HAR!) her praises -- this sequence always pops into my mind:
Oh, calm down, I think the woman herself is lovely. The rabid internetters declaring blood atonement as punishment for not being sufficiently enthralled by her journey? Not as lovely.
Seriously, though, if you're looking for words that most approximate my thoughts on the first viral video of the New Depression, read this by Mark, then this by EW, then this by Linda. Done and done.