This one goes out to the bad girls. To Debbie Harry, who just didn’t give a damn. To Joan Jett, for rocking harder than the boys. To that girl in the back of class with the leather pants and marlboro reds. Her hair is a perfect tangle of tresses and her eyeliner is always smudged. There’s a fake-id in her back pocket and her combat boots are worn to shreds. She came to raise hell so step aside.