Reason no. 354.567: the other night while watching John Lennon's Jukebox, which featured a particularly vacuous manifestation of that ever-more-insipid former frontman for the Police (yeah, you know the one), she tossed off the following hilarious observation:
"Sting is the Keanu Reeves of music."
Oh, yeah. You know you want to marry her too.
(Need more proof that Sting sucks? Check out this list.)