Thanks to Crunch, I tuned into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony on VH1 Classics tonight. Well, I tivoed it so I could watch it on fast forward. Because, while I love Aretha I don’t need to listen to her caterwaul for 10 minutes. Sorry.

I am still in the middle of the show, and I’m kind of having an apoplectic fit. Patti Smith the godmother of fucking everything is being inducted into the Hall of Fame. Which is about damn time, nobody would argue that.

What gets me is that she’s being inducted by some Rage Against the Machine guy. This infuriates me. Not that it’s the Rage guy, because I really don’t care or know enough about that band to even care. It infuriates me because they’re having some random MAN inducting her.

It should be a woman.

For some reason it didn’t bother me that Keith Richards inducted The Ronettes. Because well, my god it’s Keith Richards. But for some reason it feels wrong that she is being inducted by a man. She was a groundbreaker in so many ways, and a woman on top of that. That’s amazing.

Couldn’t they have gotten some chick to get up there and give some props to Patti? We’re the women turning down the opportunity? I doubt it.

Now, her induction feels diminished — even though she herself is thanking the women who helped her throughout her career.

Grrrr. . . this totally blows away the euphoria I had from when Ronnie Spector thanked Eddie Money (along with John Lennon, Joey Ramone, and Cher) in her speech.