Monday, February 9, 2009
I don't know who I'm more in love with after this year's Grammys.
Kanye West for boldly sporting a forehead-to-neck pompador, the likes of which we haven't seen since Ozone's protege Turbo electrically boogalooed with a broom.
Get outta my dreams and into my car, Mr. West! For more observations on the 'do (and the don't).
Or M.I.A. who took "I don't give a flip" to a new level with a polka dot bikini stretched with see-through black material over a 9-month pregnant belly. She waddled to the beat of "Paper Planes" and pointed to her fans with all of the bravado of a non-pregnant Jay-Z.
Put away the primrose oil. She's inducing labor the old-fashioned way, by rapping hardcore, Amy Poehler-style.
I always admire people who are impervious to shame. Maybe it's the natural way of the performer. Like if they weren't famous, they'd still be doing this on the subway. They're my new heroes.
Written by Abbi Crutchfield