Last week Lana Del Rey maintained her base level of Internet scorn by covering Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box" in concert, offering a rendition that brought out the anesthetized apathy lurking beneath the original's fury. Of course, one can't even say the word "Nirvana" without summoning Courtney Love to appear in a cloud of Klonopin and court summons and screech something awful at you, and so she did, tweeting at the singer (and a world so quick to forget), "You do know the song is about my Vagina right? throw down your umbilical noose so i can climb right back umm…," adding, "On top of which some of the lyrics about my vagina I contributed." Indeed, we should never ignore the horrors awaiting in Courtney Love's vagina—meat-eating orchids, magnet tar-pit traps, and other terrors so inexpressible, only Love herself could properly put them into words. And lest Lana Del Rey or anyone else forget again, Love urges, "Next time you sing it, think about my vagina will you?" And so we always will—which is unsettling, yes, but it's definitely not the first time Courtney Love's vagina has ruined Nirvana.  [via Spin]