As if the sap-faced little cunt didn't deserve it.
In a way it's funny how once-sassy stars get prudish in their old age. Midler, Miss "Mud Will Be Flung Tonight" at one time camped it up with her huge boobs, scoffing at Olivia Newton-John's clean image, and taking a sideswipe at rising competition from Madonna: "Like a virgin? All she could do like a virgin is have a baby in a stable."
Now granny Bette is pointing out how ridiculous Ariana Grande is. And of course, she is.
Who'd expect a little bitch-tart like that, who has been within sniffing distance of Viley Virus, to be anything but a smelly, cheesy, winking, stinking, gruesome little parody of erotica?
Compare her to Mylene Farmer's discovery, Alizee. Now THERE was a young, risque sex symbol. More prone to undulating than twerking, Alizee's animated gifs are still flickering all over blogland and forumville. In velvet hotpants, and simply wearing basic make-up and letting her long hair down, Alizee was tantalizing in a GOOD way. Not like this greasy Betty Boop pimple known as Ariana Grande, who is really just a minor league bitch playing to low-class Hispanics.
Unfortunately Bette Midler knows that the game now is not music. There IS no music. What comes thumping into the tinny world of iTunes and gets slapped all over these awards shows, is just garbage. It's a few producers who create the formula, and anybody can sing (or auto-tune) to it. It's a thousand times worse than the echo chamber days of Fabian, or whatever TV actress was told to go put out a pop single.
Even her name is corny as pig shit. Ariana Grande. At least she'll be gone within a year. What whore will turn up in her place is bound to be worse.
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