I want to wipe the theatrical mascara off her face, toss her hair curlers, and suggest she go back to being the tiny art-freak skank of her first two albums. I miss that mighty might, with her confusing cock-rock takes on femininity, or whatever was going on back then. Rid of Me is one of my favorite albums from the early ’90s. The music kicked ass. She sounded cool. The lyrics cut to the bone. I turn up the volume.