Pop Music: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

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You don’t have to be a porn star to work here, but it helps.

If there is anything to be learned from the sexualisation of the music industry debate, it’s that we as a society are more comfortable with our kids watching the soft porn that purports to be pop music than we are with older, and therefore less titillating women’s opinions about the damage it can cause.

I think I preferred it when Miley Cyrus astride a bloody wrecking ball was the nadir.

Images via instagram, theinterrobang.

The ‘I’m Sorry, What?’ Files: Soft Porn Special


According to a recent survey, I am one of just twenty-seven people on the planet who use don’t the internet to look at pictures of naked people. I would have thought that a potential audience of 6,973,738,406 would be more than sufficient to sate those with an obviously urgent desire to flash their arses, but no. They continue to infiltrate my delicate  sphere of consciousness with their flappy bits, to the point where I’m contemplating a return to a paper based communication system.

For now though, I’m happy just to bitch.

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Chris Brown: A Sketch In Self Awareness

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Rapper, actor and convicted domestic violence enthusiast Chris Brown posted this on Instagram yesterday, with the caption “Painting the way I feel today.”

It  pissed a lot of people off, but I’m bemused as to why. I looks to me like an ill-conceived, insensitive parody of a man. That fits, doesn’t it?

Rihanna: Looking Bonnie

Image: PacificCoastNews.com.

Big, hard to understand hair. Moody lighting to ensure no one actually notices the piles of rubble the previous occupants of the studio left behind. Nubile boys.

Haven’t we seen this somewhere before?

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Gene Simmons: No “Fake Bullshit”? Seriously?

Yes, and presumably that’s all your own hair too, Gene. Image via thegrio.com.

And the ‘Keepin’ It Real in Rock Award’ goes to Gene Simmons of Kiss, who has emerged from behind the clown make-up, disturbing tongue calisthenics and spangly costumes that defined his career, to slag off Rihanna for “being fake” and “using karaoke machines in her performances.

What’s the matter, Gene? You not liking this new fangled equality business, or sumthin’?