Makes a Swell Gift... For Someone Else

Yesterday, I heard someone talking about The Best of Mandy Moore. And I figured they must have been talking about her boobs. Or her mouth. Or her ass. Or possibly the movie Saved, in which she was actually somewhat decent. Because when one sits down and actually considers what could possibly constitute The Best of Mandy Moore, you have to think in those terms, don't you? It has to be the gratuitous derriere shot at the beginning of How to Deal or those dippy makeup ads, because that's really what she's bringing to the table, isn't it?. Why ruin it all by trying to sing?

It seems, however, that I was wrong.

Remember back in the day when to have a greatest hits CD you actually had to have, I dunno, at least one actual hit song?

Apparently, those days are over.

Oh, and coming soon: The Joss Stone Retrospective Box Set.