Yeah, I should've known that would come back to bite me in the ass

Early this year, I was foolish enough to mention that I had taken some comfort from a Hilary Duff song. Well, the gods of karma have a mean sense of humor. Duff's latest single, you see, samples (covers, really, since the "new" song is completely built around the old one) Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus."

This is red flag to a bull for anyone who wore black in the '80s. DM were a signifigant band back in the day. "Personal Jesus" in particular was not only one of their most successful, biggest selling songs, but has been called one of the greatest songs of all time by Rolling Stone.

As a song, it's been widely covered by folk as varied as Marilyn Manson and Johnny Cash (speaking of people who wore black) as well as the more obscure. It's a song (maybe) that reminds people they are not alone, but also warns of the dangers of idealizing someone. I say "maybe" because the interpretation is left up to the listener.

As a record, it's a moody, outstanding track with one of David Gahan's coolest vocals; it's become something of a standard, a "modern classic" if you will. And now, Hillary Duff, who...well let's just say I'm skeptical of how her voice would sound without studio production...turns it into a pop song about a great boy.

My stomach hurts.