I'm Jane Public. Not PUBIC, you pervs, PUBLIC. What I mean is, if it's marketed to the masses, I'm sure to love it - like Kelly Clarkson and tube tops and institutionalized racism. Juuuust kidding, I HATE tube tops.
(This blog wasn't meant to be about tube tops, but now that I've mentioned them, can we discuss for a minute? Gather round. The tube top does NOT look good on ANYONE. There aren't exceptions, people, I don't care if you have tiny breasts or tiny man-boobs (I'm an equal opportunity tube top hatah), it still looks like ass. Not hot j. lo ass, either - real and true ass.)
But I digress. Jane Public. So there's this song out right now called "London Bridge". Maybe you've heard it? It's by this classy young lady named Fergie... whom I'd like to take this opportunity to out as a member of Kids Incorporated back in the day. Yes, remember precious little Stacy Ferguson with the hot-rolled bangs? She's living proof that B-grade child stardom and hard liquor will get you everywhere in life. Anyhow, "London Bridge". It's a blatant rip-off of Gwen Stefani's 2005 infectious cheerleader hit "Holla Back Girl", and is written so badly that they have to repeat the first verse to get it to radio length, but, you all must admit, it has a certain charm. It's a tidge past its heyday right now, but I've been listening to CDs (COUGHjourney'sgreatesthits) so much that I still get that happy I'm-one-of-the-crowd feeling when I hear that familiar and catchy, "Oh, SNAP!"
Oh, SNAP! Haha, I'm dancing in my chair right now...
Ok, I'm over it. (Mostly.) This seems like a good time to ask you sweet readers what your favorite guilty pleasure pop songs are, but... yeah, I don't really care. Go on about your days, please.
Jane
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