Showing posts with label jennifer lopez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jennifer lopez. Show all posts

Monday, March 4, 2024

Lives Awash In Glory

 

BWAAAAAA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA: "Jay Shetty, the self-help podcaster, former Hindu monk and bestselling author whose [guests have included the likes of Michelle Obama [and] whose Hollywood status led him to officiate the wedding of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez] plagiarized social media posts,...lied about key aspects of his life while climbing the ladder of stardom,...falsely claimed to have spent three years in a temple in India,...[and] also concealed his past affiliation with a Hare Krishna sect, members of which were once accused of child sexual assault and corporal punishment." 

   

 They never learn. 

  

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

This Ain't "Bootylicious" (It's Just Bad Art)



Wow. That's all I can say. Can anyone tell me how far down the ladder of creativity our society will slide before we stop getting handed hyper-active sex-themed nonsense like this and calling it music?

I never cared for Jennifer Lopez* to begin with - the bitch talks like a truck driver - but I did know she had a butt, so this just seems like a sell out because she never made a big deal about it before. And these "dance moves"? Jesus. She should fire whoever's advising her career because this is a bad clown act. I'm serious: my first reaction was to put my hand over my mouth and utter, "Oh-my-god", which, I'm sure, wasn't the desired response. What can I say? She looks silly.

And the "music"? Come on. That beat ain't happenin' - it ain't even finished - with no drama, breaks, or anything else to recommend it. I hate to always seem like a party-pooper but, yea, when you hand me shit like this, I'll gladly walk to the center of the dance floor and take a dump right there in return. Arrgh.

If I ever needed evidence we've lost our way - in every respect - then shit like this is proof. It's the sound of one brain cell, with nothing to connect to, frantically in search of an idea - but there ain't one, so talk about your booty. But I guess (after reading that last sentence back) I could be gettin' too hard on "J-Lo":

I mean, that booty's all she's ever had anyway.

*O.K. - my bad: it's Beyonce (Jay-Z's wife). Whatever. Just swap the names and the criticism still stands: this sucks.