Yet Another Post About Janet, Dammit
Take that, take that, take that.
Janet Jackson was in Washington yesterday to do . . . something. Exactly what is unclear.
What we do know is that the R&B diva took a short break from doing whatever else she does and deigned to spend about 15 mid-afternoon minutes in a chi-chi hotel ballroom, offering not very revelatory answers to questions about her personal life, her career, her fans and a forthcoming album, "20 Years Old" -- an album that none of the reporters in the room had been given a chance to hear.
(Q: So, how is that CD? A: Might be the best thing we've never heard!)
The event, such as it was, was billed as "The D.C. Press Junket for the International Icon," and throughout the exercise in celebrity-journalism torture, said international icon -- multiplatinum recording star, sister of Michael, flasher of nipple -- offered very little beyond a look at her newly trim bod. Jackson, 40, generously shared that much of herself with the cameras, courtesy of a midriff-baring cropped vest that was held together, at the bosom, by a single button that was holding on for dear life.
Otherwise, Jackson threw very few bones to the hungry journalists and instead served a big, steaming bowl of nothing. (continue)
What we do know is that the R&B diva took a short break from doing whatever else she does and deigned to spend about 15 mid-afternoon minutes in a chi-chi hotel ballroom, offering not very revelatory answers to questions about her personal life, her career, her fans and a forthcoming album, "20 Years Old" -- an album that none of the reporters in the room had been given a chance to hear.
(Q: So, how is that CD? A: Might be the best thing we've never heard!)
The event, such as it was, was billed as "The D.C. Press Junket for the International Icon," and throughout the exercise in celebrity-journalism torture, said international icon -- multiplatinum recording star, sister of Michael, flasher of nipple -- offered very little beyond a look at her newly trim bod. Jackson, 40, generously shared that much of herself with the cameras, courtesy of a midriff-baring cropped vest that was held together, at the bosom, by a single button that was holding on for dear life.
Otherwise, Jackson threw very few bones to the hungry journalists and instead served a big, steaming bowl of nothing. (continue)
First let me start off by asking what in the blue fuck is a "bling pose" exactly? I hate when the media tries to incorporate the word into everything related to a African American entity in entertainment. Second, I don't know why they have their panties in such a bunch. Janet has been conducting these types of interviews since I was picking penny candy out of my retainer. It could've been a lot worse. Key-Lo-Lo any one? With that being said, I love the way she is hiding her forehead.
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