Huh?

Another moment of shame here: I've always liked Kelly Clarkson. Don't laugh. She's done more with her American Idol win than anyone but maybe Carrie Underwood, and she didn't have the benefit of going through the established publicity factory the show became in later seasons. She even survived From Justin to Kelly. Perhaps most importantly, she doesn't seem to compromise herself: she didn't starve herself even though everyone told her she was fat, and My December told the world quite clearly that she doesn't do what Clive Davis wants. And I'll even admit: I know the words to "My Life Would Suck Without You."

But come on, did she roll out of bed and meander to the So You Think You Can Dance set in a hung-over stupor for tonight's performance? Remember that scene in Blues Brothers where the band crashes a truck stop bar and spends the night singing "Stand By Your Man" and "Rawhide"? She looked like an extra.

Maybe she thinks that getting in touch with her inner honky tonk bar singer is the next logical step in the war she's apparently waging with her commercial success?