Miss Pop Rocks: A Brief Love Note to Amy Winehouse
A few posts back,I promised all of you
that I would never write about Britney Spears again. And I’m not going to. Because Britney Spears and her army of fellow tartlets have been boring me to tears for way too long.
But you know who’s not boring? Amy Winehouse. In fact, she’s deliciously unboring in every way a drug-addicted, way-too-skinny, so-ugly-she’s-pretty girl can be. Her tats, her Ronnie Spector hair, the cigarettes dangling out of her lips. My God, girl! How bad ass can you get?
I guess fairly bad ass. On the heels of canceling her North American tour, Winehouse and her husband were arrested last week in Norway for marijuana possession. All of this should come as no surprised to any of us, and I know lots of people who think the Amy Winehouse train is going to come to a screeching halt sometime soon. They’re probably right, but isn’t this train so much fun to watch?
Now I’ll be the first person to admit that her behavior has a slightly affected, scripted quality to it, but in a world where Paris Hilton making a ho-hum sex tape is considered “bad,” I think it’s fun and quite refreshing to have a girl in the entertainment world who actually seems at least 50 percent really bad. And who, from what I can tell, can actually sing. Take that, little Miss Lip Sync and friends. Don’t Gimme More…just gimme more Amy Winehouse. (Ouch, that last line was painful, I admit, but I had to wrap this post up.) – Jennifer Mathieu