Alanis Morrisette's angst ridden tribute to Fergie's My Humps is really moving. It is reminiscent of Tori Amos' version of Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit, except it is much funnier watching Alanis work her lovely lady lumps ala Fergie, Dutchess of Hoochiedom. Alanis, the goddess of grunge, is looking quite Fergilious. Isn't it ironic? Don't cha think?