Dear Roxette

Dear Roxette:

For absolutely no reason at all, instigated by nothing that I can discern, I started thinking about you this morning. And, no, I was not thinking about your big hits, "The Look" or "Listen to Your Heart" or "It Must've Been Love." The song that I could not get out of my head was your ultra-cheesy, appropriately little-respected "Dressed for Success." I love you, but I hate you. I sing along, but I want to stab myself for doing so. You are the best Swedish thing since ABBA, but I wish you were never born. I mean, watch:



  1. Nuh uh. Roxette was fun!

  2. Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na...she's got the look!