Saturday, August 15, 2009
I'm sitting here drying my hair, watching the "Ellen DeGeneres Show". I really adore Ellen. She seems to be one of the nicest people in show business. But this blog isn't about her. It's about the Pussycat Dolls who are singing (and I use that word very loosely) at the tail end of her show. Which is appropriate. The tail part.
They appear to be five extremely skinny young women dressed in painted on clothes, dancing (and I use THAT word very loosely) in five inch stilettos. They are lip synching. At least they appear to be remembering the words.
As they flip and flop around the stage, wiggling and wagging, to prerecorded music which is amplified and electronically modified many times over, I'm left wondering why many people seem to think that this is entertainment. Because it's loud? It's colorful ...... as in pink and various colors of clothing. But it's boring. There is nothing meaningful to the lyrics, no excellence of practiced vocal chords or choreography. There is simply nothing about this that is top notch or entertaining (unless, perhaps, you're a 50-year-old straight man having a mid-life crisis).
I find myself hoping that my 12-year-old granddaughter never sees these young "entertainers" and never comes to believe that this is something to which she should aspire.