At least she can use the Skyler White line "IFT" now.  Not sure on whom, though…

Bobby is really convinced he is black now, after the visit to the ancestral whorehouse, with the black kid eating a popsicle in front.

This song is so bleakly irresistible-an anthem for pessimists everywhere. When particularly depressed, I throw this on with "Cry Wolf" by Lisa Germano, "The Kids" by Lou Reed, "Abba On Fat Tracks" by Tricky, "Holocaust" by Big Star and I have a grand old time.