kathleen hanna. has there ever been a cuter girl rock star than her? when i saw bikini kill in 1995 i found kathleen unbearable, choosing instead to drink budweiser out of a plastic cup in the lobby underneath pictures of jerry. she bounced incessantly around the stage like a chipmunk on crack, dressed in a red-and-black-stripe toni basil unitard.
then years later i hear le tigre and i can't get enough.
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