Nothing Says Rebellion Like JCPenney

First off, the commercial starts with an atrocious rendition of "Don't You Forget About Me" from The Breakfast Club. A little Internet research unveiled New Found Glory as the culprits of this abomination. NFG - any respect I had for covering The Never Ending Story's theme song is now lost. But let's get down to brass tacks.

A girl jumps across the screen in a pink shirt emblazoned with "NIRVANA" and the infamous smiley with x-ed out eyes. You have got to be kidding! Target selling Green Day shirts is one thing. Green Day has never once been as critical of mainstream branding as Kurt Cobain.

HELLO?!? Cobain despised even having to ride in limos to his gigs. This is all because he fell under the manipulation of that blood-sucker of a wife Courtney Love who went from band leech to owning the rights to all things Nirvana in just three years because Kurt "committed suicide" right before he was going to divorce her.

I think this actually makes me angrier than when I was 12 years old and listened to "In Bloom" ad nauseum. If you would have told me then that in little over a decade from now I would find Nirvana t-shirts in JCPenney, I would have stopped listening to music altogether right then and there. I mean, seriously folks, what's next?

Slayer shirts at Wal Mart?

Abercrombie's new line of Norwegian Black Metal tees featuring Gorgoroth?

The Noam Chomsky shirt by Tommy Hilfiger?

Remember the proliferation of stupid kids running around with Che Guevara printed on their chests a couple years ago?

For some reason none of that seems as upsetting as this does.