Pisses me off

So, The Kid has heard songs like "Hollaback Girl" and "Don't Lie" on the radio, and she and her friends love to sing along. They're so damn cute about it too. I wondered how the girls were interpretting the bits where Shit has been cut back to "Sh-" for airplay. "Oh yeah", she informed me, "we've been talking about that at recess. We think she's saying 'shoes'. You know, like when you're mad at someone, so you say 'Kiss my shoes'". Uh huh. I can't count the number of times I've said just that to someone I'm angry with.
Anyway, She's been asking for that album and the latest from the Black-eyed peas since September. Unfortunately for her, even a cursory glance at the lyrics of either album shows that she will not be receiving a copy for approximately a decade. But, I'd hate to squash her burgeoning taste in music, and she really wants this music for christmas. Since the albums are too adult for her, I thought, "Hey, I'll just buy MP3s of the radio edits and burn her up a little CD." She's happy, I'm happy, and I won't be getting calls from other parents wondering why their little girls are suddenly singing about their 'lady lumps'.
So I went off to Walmart music buy mp3s of the songs. Yeah, yeah. Walmart, I know. But its one of the only places I can buy mp3s without signing up, downloading software, and maybe paying a monthly fee. Tell me, why should I have to sign up for the right to buy mp3s? I don't have to sign up to walk into a Sam Goody's. I don't have to sign up to log on to amazon. It's bull. I won't do it. And letting them install software on my 'puter is even more irritating to me. Don't try to force your custom software on to my machine.

Anyway. It turns out that gwen and the peas have decided that it would be too much trouble to have the radio edit's of these songs available for purchase as mp3s. They do offer them on 12" records, tho. Because lord knows those DJs really don't like profanity in their work. Other bands offer mp3s of their radio edits, but not these two. Damn it. So now my options are 1) instead of music for TK this christmas, she only gets the latest pile of feces from Hilary Duff or 2) I find somewhere to download it for free, thereby killing any moral high ground I'd have when the inevitable issue of p2p file sharing comes up. My lord, I do despise these bloody record companies. Or is it the artists in this case? Ah, I'll just hate them all. Saves time.