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Blogstress, Cole Bronn, writes little tidbits and occasionally rants about American Idol and other celebrity gossip. And she knits too.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

My take on celebrity rip-off performances

I watched alot of YouTube stuff and Chelsea Lately, and I'd normally not jump on the bandwagon of bashing, particularly when talking about people in substance abuse that have serious addiction, which is a disease. I think Lindsay Lohan has a serious ego and mommy/daddy issues, coupled with being the main breadwinner of her family. That would f' up anyone, but she needs to go to a rehab that sez, pull up your big girl panties and get on with it, and getting on with it is not continuing to party like the rock star YOU ARE NOT. Ok, so back to Brit...

I don't want to be a hater blog...I just like to think about human nature alot, and celebrities are my favorite wild animals to study under the "Coleyscope", if you will. I study their diets and mating habits with unnatural curiosity, and thankfully live too far away to hunt them in the wilds of Hollywood...(although, around June of 2006, I did go on safari on Rodeo drive where I successfully captured a hug from American Idol, Ace Young. I digress)

Anyway, I got a note from Famous Julian today and he writes:
I've spent the last few days feeling bad for Britney Spears.
Everyone making fun of her performance at the MTV thingy.
"She's going through a hard time right now. Give the girl a break." I
thought to myself.
I hadn't taken the time to actually watch her performance.
I figured she did her best, and that people were being overly critical.
So last night I actually saw the show.
Oh my God.
I now share in everyone's outrage.
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Thanks for the note Jules...and you know what. I too would feel sorry for her if:
1. She worked her ass off to get back in shape and did yoga, pilates, and all the other shit other stars making millions do. SHE is the product that her company produces and consumers consume...pure and simple. If Godiva started making chocolate that tasted like wax, I'd want my money back. Britney's performance was worse than any Sanjaya performance on AI last year. Atleast he got his groove on occasionally. You can’t put out a shit product and expect people not to ask for a refund.

2. She is rude and disrespectful. You reap what you sow. I read she showed up many hours late to rehearsal after having several frozen margaritas.

3. She doesn't prepare like a star or athlete or anyone even getting ready to be in a high school play. Who goes out until 3:00 am the night before your BIG COMEBACK??? She's an idiot.

4. Her management is doing her no good, someone has to be handling the contracts and getting them signed...drafting docs, etc. Answering the phones. Brittany clearing can't even remember to wear underwear, so if everyone just left her alone, I quite doubt she could even get past Starbuck's in a day. It appears her coochy gets waxed regularly, so her spa people must tote the wax to her villa. Her enablers need to cut out the support, and force her out of the limelight. For God's sake, Clive Davis squashed Kelly C. Where is Brit's label head?

So, that concludes my "why not to feel sorry for someone that earns $784,000 a month" blog.

ColeyB

BTW..."9 Days to Hawaii". Sizzling with excitement. I had to take sleeping pills last night I am already getting so excited. I am fully prepared to be awake all night the Thursday night before we leave. One week from tomorrow. I sort of wish that you could spring vacations on yourself. Like just wake up one morning and say "Oh, I've got to get to the airport..." And just fly away. Now that is my real dream. Buy all your shit when you get there. Down to your toothbrush. Grab a mag, coffee at the airport, hop aboard and leave all your troubles behind. Mmmm. I need to invent something today to make that a reality. Maybe I should write a book, like everyone says. It'd sure be better than that piece of pooh I just threw in the trash. Ok, I'm rambling now...which is a sign that I need lunch and I need to hang up the phone on this blog.

Bye again.

PPS: Still 9 days to Hawaii...in case you're keeping count. And I know you are.

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