Avril: This is why I’m hot.
On her hotness: On the sidewalk, we ask, does she think she’s hot? “HELL YEAH!” she hollers, cracking up and bending over double. “What kind of question is that? F*ck yeah, I’m hot.” Is it fun t play with that, or do you have mixed feelings about using sex to sell records? “I don’t think of it that way,” she says, getting a look in her eyes like a cat thats been asked to come down from the refrigerator.On her roots: What’s the most Canadian thing about you? “I like to get F*CKED UP!” she yells. More serious: “No, it’s that I’m really low key. I drive a jeep. Look, I just went for a walk down the sidewalk drinkin J.D. and smokin’ a f*ckin cigar. I mean, if I was Mariah Carey or whatever–I’m not dissing her–” Lavigne non-dissingly mimes like she’s tip-toeing through some fancy a$$ tulips. “I’m down to earth. I’m, like, normal.”
