Pia, Schmia.
The whole celebrity world burst a freaking aneurysm last week when Pia Toscano got booted from American Idol. Whining is one thing, but plastic people tend to go so far overboard. Give it a rest already. Sacknuzzlers. Yes, that girl has strong pipes, but I was so numbed with boredom watching her “perform” every week that I had to conjure new ways to cause myself pain just to snap out of it.
If I ever have to suffer through her pageant gestures and sealed-eyes-and-thrown-back-head-on-the-last-belted-out-note of another banal ballad, I plan promptly to put out my eardrums with kebab skewers. Just off the grill.
And don’t even get me started on her fuuuuuuuugly jumpsuit and those rubber bands around her neck. She looked like she was auditioning for a spot in a Kayan tribe. Maybe it’s her next gig. She said she had a “premonition” her time was up. Or maybe she just realized she sucks. The American public, which is always just so goddamned reliable and discriminating, were shaaaaahhhp when they DIDN’T text Pia’s number last week. It’s the first thing they’ve gotten right since 2008.
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Oh, fine, Elane.... More Obama bashing (2008... my Aunt Shirley's ulcer problems...). Come on now! The "American public" (such as they are) have gotten penty of things right since 2008. First, for example they...............
ReplyDeleteWell, never mind. In truth, that collective "they" haven't had an original or conscious thought since the turn of the century. No, not the 21st Century; the one that occurred over 100 years ago. They haven't even noticed yet that the 10 or 12 people who are reaaly running the show (and staying plenty fat and protected and rich in the meantime, at our expense) are only increasing their strangle-hold on the rest of us.
Lucky them. Greedy bastards.