Vagina Dentata,
what a wonderful phrase
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She had that confused, "Where's my cheetos and Frappaccino?" look on her face that is indicative of her slowly wiping the haze from her alcohol-induced diabetic coma. You see it most prominently at the very beginning, at 28 seconds precisely, right before she does a sad imitation of someone giggling, when she looks like she is confused by the choreography and then does some half-assed dance movies in a stiff, surprisingly ham handed way. The other thing is that she probably should have worn something a little more forgiving than a bikini, which is just about any other item of clothing.
I'm disappointed. She couldn't read, write or talk too well. Her fashion tastes were horrible. She was awful in relationships and terrible in interviews. Her squeaking and singing was subpar.
But boy, she could dance like a ****. She was a ****-dancing superstar. Now, no more.
Edited, Sep 11th 2007 1:09pm by Annabella
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Turin wrote:
Seriously, what the f*ck nature?