04/09/01 - I'm Your Venus, I'm Your Fire, I'm Your Desire ... So everyone's left the room and for some reason I'm still watching TRL (Total Request Live) on MTV. It's Fan Appreciation Week. I like the music, it's got a good beat and it's easy to dance to. American Bandstand talk still works. Suddenly I'm sickened. I swear Britney Spears has breast implants and I'm watching her video; my, my, my, shades of child pornography. Hell, they've even got Britney Spears and Bob Dole in the same Pepsi commercial. Nope, I'm not a prude. But someone told me once that I could be wearing any old thing and the beauty would still shine through. And I can see Britney now, nodding her sweet little dyed head in agreement.
Some of the hype is good, it's always been. And having Bob Dole say "Easy Boy" on a TV commercial is pretty funny. So, here I am again wrestling with the sweet and simple versus the loud and brashy, or is that trashy. Oh, I'm all for fire, no doubt about it. I've felt that fire burning most all my life and it's not going out any time soon, that's for sure. But what's the point if it's only to be used as a decoy, to sell records, to get the guy with the camero, to wind up with unwanted pregnancies, saggy boobs and wrinkles from the tanning booth?
So, if I'm feeling this after watching a two minute Britney video, what's the rest of the world thinking? Does Bob Dole even know what he's said? Hmmm, wait a minute. Britney can stay. Thanks to my optimistic way of looking at life ... Maybe she's actually helping to add a little spark, keep the home fires burning. But then my pessimistic side steps in. I think she's just trying to sell records ... And Pepsi. |
