It’s not like I actually watched the MTV VMA awards last night because, well, I’m not exactly their target demographic. I usually catch the highlights the next day, though, and what I’m seeing is flat-out loco.
I mean, what the hell?!
Sure, I’m not exactly shocked that Miley’s photo is leading the news feed but come on. We get it. You’ve got perky twenty-something boobs. Congratulations. A tiny shred of something that vaguely resembles chainmail covering your ass and woo-hoo and voilà…all you need are some thigh high silver hooker boots and you’re good to go.
I didn’t even know who the hell Frankie Grande was, though having seen Bear through an Ariana Grande stage I was guessing we might have a connection there. Wikipedia tells me that yes indeed, he’s the brother. And apparently being a “YouTube personality” qualifies as a listable accomplishment. All that aside, I don’t care who you are – walking the red carpet boasting a gold glittery chest? WTF?!
While Nicki Minaj gets points for covering up the side-boob and being content with flashing (a massive amount of) cleavage, you gotta ask yourself what was the deal with her dress? Is there a shortage of material out there? And what’s up with all the sheer panels? Her flower detailing may technically cover the crotch (yay! modesty!), but I’m thinking sitting was a real challenge in that thing. Dress shifts up, cross your legs, then dress shifts to the side – suddenly the camera guy has to watch his angles so the VMAs don’t go X-rated.
All I can say is w-o-w. I guess it takes more and more to make the headlines these days.
(Yep. I’m this old.)