It has been TWENTY YEARS since this lady’s Jagged Little Pill came out, and I learned just how to play a CD so much that it disintegrates, how to wait the exactly right amount of seconds after the last track until the secret song about hiding in Dave Coulier’s house plays. Twenty years later, I finally, truly understand what makes something ironic and what makes something just sad. I have learned many things and yet I am just the same. Happy Alanisaversary, everyone! TO YOUTH, TO ANGST, TO WEARING OUR HAIR AS CLOAKS!