Starlets with Microphones

I've been listening to an interesting spread of music today. Some old Robert Palmer, U2, Wu-Tang Clan, and a cover of Dancing With Myself by Jennifer Love Hewitt. Why is it that any moderately attractive teenybopper actress is contractually obligated to release an album? I mean, if the girl were a better singer than actress, the odds are she would have pursued that route to Fame and Fortune.

I'm sure that JLH, Lindsey Lohan, and Hillary Duff are wonderful people, but the whole thing reeks of a cynical attempt to cash in.

In conclusion, "Wu-Tang clan ain't nothing to f**k with!"