This girl is a veritable fountain stupid of questions and salty language, so pinkies out and headphones up!
HAHAHAHAHA, YES! Clearly the internet has given us the perfect leap year gift (a very, very gross girl with a very, very gross vlog post about the grave social injustice that is leap year), so thank you, Internet. It’s not every day you get a reason to wish the Hunger Games were real. Apparently it’s only once ever four years!
She wants to mary him. He wants to make like a howler monkey ‘cos he REALLY doesn’t want to marry her. Is the mother who’s filming this video for viral fame instead of stepping in like a reasonable adult being irresponsible? YesMaaaybeee. Still, congratulations are most certainly in order.
After all, these two are already fighting like a couple of children, so they’ve got the toughest part of matrimonial bliss down pat! The rest is just a wedding cakewalk of mounting regret and bitterness occasionally punctuated by someone angrily tossing a brandy glass into a fireplace. Congratulations, kids! Love is nothing if not a many-splendored thing.
Grace Van Cutsem is the three-year-old goddaughter of Prince William, a flower girl at the Royal Wedding, and the heir apparent to the face of every person whose internet status currently reads: OVER IT. She’s also Nobody Puts Baby in a Horner’s Best Part of the Royal Wedding, which is sad, because even though I’ll probably never be deeply invested in anything that requires me to wake up at 4 AM (even if it is supposed to be the Biggest Media Event of Our Times!), I was all but certain Victoria Beckham’s hat had that title on lockdown:
Well, the subtext here is infinitely creepier than Beyoncé’s utterly delightful “Move Your Body” (which is what the cool kids are Jazzercising to these days), and we’ve regrettably already seen this bad idea before, but at least future child brides of the world now have a sassy pop anthem all unto their own? OH, THANK GOODNESS.
Look, I’m not saying that I had any doubts after witnessing her work the hell out that Betty Page wig and deliver her lines in the oh-so-exquisitely-camp way she did in the video for Lady Gaga’s “Telephone.” Nor were there really any lingering doubts whatsoever after watching one of 2009′s unheralded gems, Obsessed. All I know is that when America’s fiercest First Lady, Michelle Obama, says, “I want you to make a video promoting exercise in the fight against childhood obesity,” Beyoncé asks, “Can I do it in a dazzling neon explosion of fetching heels and knee-high socks?” And if that’s not further proof that Beyoncé is the best, f*ck me if I know what is.
As you’ll see, he’s very good at what he does, which is ACTING-slash-MODELING:
Leave your aspirations at the door, Nomi Malone, and it looks like you’ve been dropped as Swan Queen, Nina Sayers. There’s always someone younger and hungrier and non-union coming down the stairs behind you, and he has arrived! IT’S BRAD’S TURN!
(On a side note, where did that monologue come from? Was it from Garden State? I feel like it had to have come from Garden State, because yikes! And if it didn’t come from Garden State, well, yiiikes.)
Seeing as how I’m a self-acknowledgedkaraoke nightmare, I wouldn’t want to try and measure up against anybody else’s vocal prowess. Even if they mute. And particularly if they were Whitney Houston, circa The Bodyguard:
As such, I’m not going to say that the girl in the video after the jump is bad, per se. I’ll just leave it at that when she does fail, she fails spectacularly. And with liberal use of the “f*ck” bomb, so if you happen to be at work, you probably shouldn’t be on this site pinkies out and headphones up, y’all:
Look, I may not Facebook like Justin Bieber, and we all know Facebook liking is the only liking that counts (hint hint), but that doesn’t mean I can’t occasionally be in awe of tweendom’s most famous lesbian popstar, and this trailer for Never Say Never is one such moment:
AWE.
Okay, so I admittedly haven’t actually watched this trailer for the following reasons:
In an effort to conserve bandwidth, we’re no longer allowed to stream any media at work. Obviously this is tearing me apart, Lisa, but office rules bend for no one, and that includes the Biebster.
I’m an adult.
As a result, I can’t actually say if this movie looks any good; however, I can definitely say that this is a movie I’ll never see because this is not my face right now:
On one hand, there’s no train wreck quite like the train wreck that is a bunch of little Nomi Malone’s in training:
Brava? Sure, brava!
Seriously, you don’t get a performance like that without being the sort of über-bitchy pageant mom that warrants a side-eye so cold it could cut diamonds: