Not so much a has-been, but more like a never-was

I have always felt white-hot rage towards Nelly Furtado, so obviously I find this huge comeback of hers particularly distressing.

After "Folklore" was purchased by two people in 2003, neither of which were her parents, I was finally able to sleep at night. She was out for the count. I assumed she'd spend the rest of her days smacking tambourines and blowing on a pan flute on a bleak multicultural hippie commune somewhere in Canada.

Instead, I have to put up with THIS? There truly is no god.