I deeply admire Amy Lee, the lead singer of Evanescence. I believe her to be talented and beautiful. Perhaps, aside from the standard reasons, I am drawn to her because I was, and I suppose am still, her sort of dark horse. In her, I see myself, and see that I could become a beautiful butterfly if I persevered. Of course, I respect the opinions of those who find that Amy Lee just doesn't do it for them, but I simply do not see how anyone could claim to hate her.

Below, I counter the top three hateful statements culled from various anti-Amy Lee websites.

• "She can't sing!"
  One has only to listen to 'Hello,' the final bars in particular, to debunk that nonsense. Besides, it's not as if anyone who champions this claim has any greater talent, despite likely spending every weekend belting drunken karaoke from a bar table top. I certainly wouldn't be about to take to heart criticism of my website from a thirteen-year-old haxx0r who regularly uses l33t.
  
  
• "Her music is so whiny and depressing!"
  What law says that music, or any form of art, must convey only emotions which are socially defined as 'positive'? I bet if Obie Trice wrote a song about suicide, you'd eat it up and say "DAMN N*GGA THAZ DEEP." On second thought, you wouldn't give a damn, because proof that no one listens to his lyrics lies in the fact that anyone with half a brain who did would be offended beyond belief. Then again, anyone with half a brain would not be listening to Obie Trice. In any event, lending an ear to lyrics would sap precious time from grinding to the beat on the dance floor with your crab-ridden not-so-significant other.
  
  
• "She dresses like a freak!"
  Honestly, are you a shallow cunt who twists your panties into knots if someone's fashion sense disagrees with yours? Like Joan Rivers, or Stephanie Dore, a junior who accused me of "ruining" her prom because I dared to arrive with bright blue hair and a date sporting spiked hair and matching collar? Not that it was actually her prom, mind you, but rather, that of whatever twenty-two-year-old graduate whose dick she was sucking that week.

  I'd love for someone to Google her name, find that, and pass it back to her. I'd love to hear what creative retort she'd concoct in response: "0MG LYKE WHUTEVA SHEZ SOOO GAY!" I've got more IQ points on her than the number of cocks she swallowed in her senior year - and that's a lot. But, I digress.

Plus, her hair is nothing short of lust-inducing.