Let's be honest: Despite the perceived sensitivity injection (courtesy of tear-stained emo and indie artists), radio is no more welcoming to female musicians now than it was during the days of frat-mook nü-metal — at least female musicians of substance. Save for Kelly Clarkson and KT Tunstall, modern airwave starlets show more skin than intellect. And while catchy pop fluff has its time and place — yes, even the pre-fab Pussycat Dolls — seeing women time and time again reduced to vapid sex objects (and nothing... More >>>