There is no International Rihanna Day, but if there was it would probably coincide with Crop Over – the annual harvest festival in Barbados. Rihanna goes home every year or so to participate and every year we bend the knee to the queen because no one does it quite like Rihanna.
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So now that Witness has sunk into the ocean (no-one can tell if it’s done well or not, none of the three singles have cracked the top 40 yet it debuted at number one on the Billboard charts. It’s also sold half the sales of Prism) Katy Perry is ramping up the visibility for her upcoming tour.
Last week, there was speculation that Katy and Rob Pattinson were together after they were seen out and about having dinner in LA. Katy and Rob have apparently been friends for ages and they’re both pushing products (movies/tour), so it’s mutually beneficial thing for them to be seen having a good time with each other. No-one really believed it but it made good headline.
This week however is a different story with the return of Kabloom. Katy was spotted in Orlando Bloom’s lap at an Ed Sheeran concert, nuzzling and getting it on. This is significant for two reasons:
a) This is a public announcement that she’s back together with Bloom. If they were looking to keep it quiet, they would not be caressing where everyone can see them.
b) I find it interesting that their reunion debut is at an Ed Sheeran concert, and not at Dave Chapelle’s Radio City gig. Ed Sheeran is one of Taylor Swift’s best friends, she helped launch his career, what is this if not a dig? I don’t believe this was a coincidence.
If they want to get back together, fine. It’s fine as long as I don’t have to see them paddle-boarding ever again.
I completely wiped from my mind that this happened. Ugh. Was it that long ago?
The Carters famously have their marital issues, resolved or unresolved we’ll never really know. But do you ever wonder if they’re somewhat competitive with each other? Here are two of the biggest stars in the world, doing what they do best. I don’t know what it’s like to have a spouse working in the same field, but I do know that sometimes my husband and I yell at each other over Scrabble. I can imagine that the Carter household is some therapy-inducing combination of constantly wanting to one-up the other while struggling with feelings of mixed pride and resentment.
So this just dropped:
The video for Moonlight is out on Tidal and it’s a showstopper of talent. Tessa Thompson! Issa Rae! Hannibal Buress! Alan Yang! People are talking about it because it takes on the Friends juggernaut (Yes Friends is undoubtedly a white show, but people take aim at it because it’s easy. How about Seinfeld? Everybody loves Raymond? Even my beloved Frasier?) Jay-Z is getting his moment in the sun.
Anyway while that is happening, Beyonce, who has nothing to promote, releases an Instagram video of her rollerskating. It may not mean anything at all, it’s possible she likes to rollerskate or it could be a pointed two fingers at a world who expects new mothers to stay at home. Who knows? But the timing is suspicious don’t you think? It swings the conversation back from Jay-Z to Beyonce and the post-baby body.
So a little while ago, Buzzfeed released a report on R Kelly which alleged that he keeps a harem of women in his mansion as a sex cult. The women according to their parents are completely under his control, they’re not allowed to eat, leave or go anywhere without his express permission. Almost everyone knows that R Kelly is a complete skeeve and so my eyebrows went up when these parents all lamented that they thought any previous allegations were not really anything to worry about when it came to their own kids. Firstly, they were convinced by the act of his acquittal and secondly, that they would negate any potential risk because they were going to be careful. Um, hey guys? He’s a known sexual predator. Continue reading
I’m glad you’re addressing this question because it’s really funny. A lot of people think that I don’t sing live. I usually, because I’m dancing so much, I do have a little bit of playback, but there’s a mixture of my voice and the playback. It really pisses me off because I am busting my ass out there and singing at the same time and nobody ever really gives me credit for it, you know?
Brit is a bit annoyed that we haven’t been giving her due credit for singing over the years.
I love you Brit but come on really? We know you lip sync. We’ve been watching you lip sync since 1999. And that’s fine! Your songs are not built for big pipes. Let’s not all suddenly pretend that you’re Adele and you’ve been belting it out your entire career. Christina, definitely. You? Not so much.
Ok, in order to be fair to Shania, I sat down and listened to it trying to keep an open mind. It sounds like the background music you play in a cereal commercial. That’s all I’ve got. It will make some money in ads for insurance or body wash.
Your thoughts? Am I being too harsh?
About two weeks ago, I was at karaoke with a group of friends when one friend (unnamed) chose “Man, I feel like a woman” – that old chestnut. And despite her best efforts to have me sing as well, I could only sink further into my (extremely dirty) seat because the cringe was too much. At the chorus, I maybe mumbled “Man… I feel like a woman..” Clearly, I am the most fun at karaoke parties.
A week later I was sitting with another friend Hynen and we were discussing Miranda Kerr serenading Evan Snapchat at their wedding with “Still the One”. Firstly, who knew Miranda could sing? and secondly, of all the love songs in the world, why that one?
There is a lot of naff 90s music that I can take, Backstreet Boys, Vengaboys, B*witched, The Corrs (who are borderline) but for some reason Shania’s songs are not transcendently cheesy, they don’t grow better with age, they just kind of .. grow mould.
And despite this, we seem to be in the middle of some sort of Shania-Twainaissance. Who else is excited for this album in 4 months time? 4 months! That’s half the gestational period of a baby. Someone explain the appeal to me, please.