When did Liz Phair lose her last shred of dignity?

I was flipping through radio stations the other day, and since the pickings are slim around here I settled on a mediocre teeny-girl pop song. It had a catchy hook that was repeated ad nauseum, loud-but-clean guitars laying down simple major chords, and a competent voice singing forgettable lyrics about a boyfriend or something. Probably some Avril Lavigne wannabe, I thought.

It was Liz Phair.

Huh? Like, as in Exile in Guysville, male-ass-kicking indie rock chick from Chicago? I was in Chicago when she was breaking in, and she was revered. She was supposed to be the next Rolling Stones all by herself, Mick and Keith rolled into a model's body. The rock critics tripped over their own drool trying to be the first to call her a rising star.

Now she's doing bubble-gum girl pop. I'm sure it pays really well, and I don't fault her for it; I was just surprised. I was even more surprised at the soft-core porn poses on her website. Isn't she a mom? These pictures would have been hot when she was 25, but now they just seem calculated and avaricious.

Maybe I'm just jealous because she's acting young while I'm acting old, and she's a famous pop star while I'm just a small-town shlep.

Is there still time for me to get a record deal?