"On 'Cleanin Out My Closet', a viciously personal song that attacks Em's much-maligned mother (again), the memory of Marvin Gaye's Here, My Dear suddenly flashed to mind ... but the key difference is that Gaye's album was always tempered by the bittersweet realization of love's greatness and failure whereas Eminem lacks any sense of either personal repentance or generous forgiveness, settling instead for self-righteous pissiness ... you realize that Eminem's disposition is no Here, My Dear but a Here Bitch, Go Fuck Yourself."