Prepare to VOM all over this ridiculous music video—-and song—-for that matter. I have nothing against young teen talent that take initiative and put themselves out there in a creative way all while managing not to be hyper-sexualized. Good job on that front, Ms. Rebecca Black, this is, if nothing else, a very age appropriate song and video. For that I approve.
But—-and I apologize in advance for this—-I have to give this entire debacle a VOM-inducing thumbs down. Please, youthful talent of the next generation, before you write your next song or post your unbelievably corny music video online, please, please please at least have enough talent to write a decent song with lyrics that DON’T include:
“Fun, fun, fun, fun! Looking forward to the weekend!”
and
“We, so, so, so, so excited! We so excited!”
The overly casual teen “home-girl” vernacular makes my head hurt…
I’m sorry. I really am. I want to support you because you’re not waving your booty in the air or wearing clothes ten years your senior with virtually no coverage like some other pop stars I won’t name (for the sake of fashion, or whatever), but I just can’t. This song is so bad it hurts. VOM!
The Huffington Post said it best: “f aliens watched a highlight video of pop music videos and tried to make their own this would be the result.” Burn!!
Stupid shit people say way too loud at coffee shops
I’m unwillingly (and unintentionally) eaves dropping on the worst conversation that could possibly be happening at any coffee shop in the time zone right now. Seriously. I don’t kid about these things.
Cast list:
Older dude–seems to be in a guidance counselor/pastor-like relationship with the younger guy.
Younger guy–is prattling on non-stop about some girl he’s unable to figure out his feelings for, in a extremely overly confident manner. Vom right off the bat!
Some highlights from their conversation:
Older dude: Well she is really smart.
Younger guy: Oh, yeah! That’s one of the things that attracts me to her is that she is very intelligent. And that’s hard. It’s hard enough to find people who are intelligent, much less to find intelligent people who think I’m intelligent too.
Older dude: Yeah.
Younger guy: Because I need to be around intelligent people who see my intelligence too.
Older dude: Hopefully she’s not too intelligent to figure it out.
[Laughs ensue].
ohmydeargodVOMVOMVOMVOMVOM! Please, just stop.
Update 10 minutes later:
[After discussing finishing degrees and marriage, etc.]
Younger guy: My future is an unpredictable web of unpredictability.
The GOP’s plan to fix the economy is to cut $100 billion of what they deem gratuitous and wasteful spending, like funding for the Environmental Protection Agency and Corporation for Public Broadcasting. Their plan would be to cut only $15 billion from the defense budget (a well over $1 to $1.35 trillion sinkhole in our deficit, at least those were the numbers from this last fiscal year), while cutting $3 billion from the EPA (a 30 percent slashing in the midst of a global climate change crisis, I might add), and cutting the CPB entirely!
I guess the lesson here is that you don’t have to believe in the need for taking care of the planet and espousing fair and balanced media if you’re a Creationist, because Noah 2.0 will float up on his arc should the Apocalypse come (i.e. the ice caps melt and flood the world). And if he doesn’t, you’ll all end up in Heaven on the Day of Reckoning for living such altruistic socially conscious existences on earth, right? So fuck the planet and free speech, right? Right!
“This meal consists of a cinnamon roll split and stuffed with cream cheese and ice cream and topped off with whipped cream and hot caramel,” writes Men’s Health.
And, while this may be nit-picking, might I ask why a self-proclaimed “straight-shooter” would have several bullet holes all over their billboard? That’s a contradiction in branding. Rush, your billboard doesn’t even make sense!
But then again, nothing you say or do ever really does…
I’ve never been so disturbed to find my Vanity Fair rolled up in my mailbox. Dear VF editors, I’m not 12 years old. Please don’t put this prepubescent tween heart-throb on the cover of one of the few magazines I read enough to actually subscribe to. I mean why is he here exactly? Sure I understand that he’s the latest billion-dollar kid Hollywood, but why do I care?
Seeing the Biebs grace the cover of the coveted Vanity Fair inspired me to start VOM Blog. Well done, Hollywood fame machine. Well done.
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