I DON'T CARE!!
Nor am I impressed!
I don't know what perturbs me worse... the idiot entertainers who think their opinions and/or dilemmas actually have a bearing on my life, or the media pimps (better known as "reporters") who think I actually care about spoiled Hollywood brats.
For instance ---
I don't care that the most downloaded image on Google with past weekend was that uncovered Petri dish better known as Britney Spears' crotch.
I'm not impressed that Gwyneth Paltrow believes that the British are much more intelligent and civilized than us brutish Americans. Hey Gwyneth, I'm not the one who named my kid "Apple", you dumb-ass.
I don't care that Jessica Simpson had a breakdown during The Kennedy Center tribute to Dolly Parton. That's right, I used Jessica Simpson, Dolly Parton, and The Kennedy Center all in the same sentence. Simpson and Parton, respectively, have only two things that hold up their acts. And they happen to be the same things that hold up their halter tops.
It really doesn't matter to me that Janet Jackson may be appearing at the Billboard Music Awards. As the advertisement breathlessly states "With Janet there, you never know what might happen!". OK, I get it. She just might flash one of her breastesess again. Know what? I'll die a happy man if I never see Janet Jackson's chesticles ever, ever, ever again.
'Nuff said.
Nor am I impressed!
I don't know what perturbs me worse... the idiot entertainers who think their opinions and/or dilemmas actually have a bearing on my life, or the media pimps (better known as "reporters") who think I actually care about spoiled Hollywood brats.
For instance ---
I don't care that the most downloaded image on Google with past weekend was that uncovered Petri dish better known as Britney Spears' crotch.
I'm not impressed that Gwyneth Paltrow believes that the British are much more intelligent and civilized than us brutish Americans. Hey Gwyneth, I'm not the one who named my kid "Apple", you dumb-ass.
I don't care that Jessica Simpson had a breakdown during The Kennedy Center tribute to Dolly Parton. That's right, I used Jessica Simpson, Dolly Parton, and The Kennedy Center all in the same sentence. Simpson and Parton, respectively, have only two things that hold up their acts. And they happen to be the same things that hold up their halter tops.
It really doesn't matter to me that Janet Jackson may be appearing at the Billboard Music Awards. As the advertisement breathlessly states "With Janet there, you never know what might happen!". OK, I get it. She just might flash one of her breastesess again. Know what? I'll die a happy man if I never see Janet Jackson's chesticles ever, ever, ever again.
'Nuff said.
posted by Kevin Whiteman at
4:31 PM
5 Comments:
I dunno about Dolly Parton...she actually wrote a lot of her own songs...
...OTOH, there's an old joke I remember about her:
Q. What did Bob Hope sing when Dolly Parton appeared on his show?
A. "Thanks for the Mammaries"
With regards to Gwyneth, and what I posted on my blog, it does one well to remember she referred to Anthony Hopkins as "ANTONY" in a fake British accent during an award ceremony a year or two ago.
Anyone - especially an actress - who can't pronounce names correctly should be taken with a grain of salt.
Yeah! I like Dolly. Her physical attributes are an added plus, however!
Anthony Hopkins is a British actor, and the name IS pronounced An-tony here. I suspect it was in the States until comparatively recently.
My cousin met Dolly at a business function and said she is very nice, very smart and hasn't a trace of pomposity about her. I think she's very talented. However, she has ruined her face with plastic surgery.
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