It's telling (and fitting) that Britney Spears' new stinkum - featured in her odious clunker 'Work Bitch" video - sells at Wal Mart.
The video is everything that is wrong in American culture.
Rife with sell out product placements, ridiculous crass materialism in lyrics and heavy handed visual sexual innuendo that neither tittilates or arouses makes us all shake our heads collectively.
How can someone with THAT much diposable income and access to do something creative and fabulous drill down her adult musical legacy to an X-rated Louisiana backwoods cheerleader wet dream of a video concept?
But I digress.
Recently, "Dads' made the television critics' association explode in a collective chorus of haterade over sexist and racist hack writing (and bad taste at the very least) for the new FOX TV series. The same disdain could be aimed at Britney Spears for this heinous effort, who does nothing enlightening despite the fact she's been a pop icon for years. Brit Brit, like the normally adored Seth MacFarlane and company, are both expected - given their prodigious legacies in their respective mediums - to not regress in their creative output.
Which leads me to Miley Cyrus. Sinead O'Connor, who knows a thing or two about shock value, called the country gal out for her female minstrel show and told her to wise up, essentially. Sinead needs to pen a lil' note to Britney too.
Spears has just released the brand new single/video for 'Work Bitch.' It is an auto-tune and EDM nightmare that makes you want to crash into the Justin Bieber's Lamborghini while driving home from a long day at the office. [side note: Spears and Bieber both live in Calabasas]
I want to imagine that somewhere Grace Jones is stabbing a picture of her in a crazy Voodoo ritual.
Ostensibly, it’s about empowerment but it ends up looking like she's a female pimp whipping her girls to put out a little harder so she can have a Mel Brooks' style treasure bath.
Way more entertaining than Work Bitch, right?