Who says it's not hurting anyone? Those of us with perfect pitch cannot listen to Ms. Jenkins without pain.

On the other hand, my father and mother used to have an LP of her Carnegie Hall "performance," including her mangling of the Queen of the Night aria from Mozart's Magic Flute. They would play it for unsuspecting new (music-savvy) friends and rave about what a wonderful singer she was... and watch the horror dawn over the friends' faces. Eventually they'd confess that they knew she was awful, and get treated to an equal amount of relief flooding the friends' faces.

Yes, my parents were evil, evil music people.