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 — at least those of substance — now than it was during the days of frat-mook nü-metal. Save for Kelly Clarkson and KT Tunstall, modern airwave starlets show more skin than intellect. And although catchy pop fluff has its time and place — yes, even the prefab Pussycat Dolls — seeing women time and time again reduced to vapid sex objects (and nothing... More >>>