Thank goodness I was alerted by a friend on Facebook that the concert was last night. I’d been telling myself for weeks that it was October 10th – can you imagine if we’d missed it!? Thankfully our evening with Harry et al. was well worth the chaos – I think every mom and daughter from the South East was at the Georgia Dome last night. One criticism was that they didn’t come on till 9.30pm! Knowing their audience was full of screaming school girls I thought this was a bit disrespectful, but the screaming girls didn’t seem to care! I’m very tired today and I had to drag poor Poppy out of bed but she was thrilled that ‘she heard her favorite song’!
Did you watch the VMAs last night? Lordy I am getting old.
First Lady Gaga – SO over her – in fact so over her I have nothing to say.
Okay so now Miley. Twitter lit up with her performance. All I can say is it was pathetic, disturbing and humiliating. Who the hell told her in rehearsal that ‘sure Miley – it’s great – just grab your crotch and stick your tongue out one more time‘? Someone needs to give her a good slap, and all those around her for encouraging that kind of tripe. When Robin Thicke joined her for Blurred Lines I was SO disappointed – he gave all the critics of the song all the ammunition they needed. Why grind your groin against Hannah Montana’s rear Robin? I was crying into my Earl Grey with disappointment.
Then Kanye. WTF? Great t.v. NOT. You couldn’t see him, nor could you hear the song for all the censorship bleeping over it.
Thank the Lord for Justin. A stellar performance from an artist that takes his craft seriously. Great singing, great dancing – what I call proper entertainment.
I don’t think there was one presenter I understood – lots of weird grunts and hand gestures – oh and inappropriate Amber Alert references, not something I think should be made light of. And then there was Katy’s grill, and Taylor and Selena trying to look hot and make Harry jealous. Just uuurgh – it’s giving me the creeps recounting it.
By then it was gone 10pm and I headed to bed. I recorded the show thinking Poppy would love to watch it – but I fear most of it will be fast forwarded to avoid corrupting her innocence. In hindsight I don’t think it has to do with my age – it’s more to do with the ‘entertainment’ industry’s poor judgement and inability to ‘entertain’. Whatever happened to good old singing and dancing – Justin needs to teach them all a lesson or two. What do you think?
As I step down from my soap box here’s what I’ve been wearing over the past couple of days…