"I took my son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 4 of 5)

"I took my son to the B96 Jingle Bash in Chicago" (Part 4 of 5)

So I took my kiddo to the B96 Jingle Bash last Saturday:

PART 1: The charming ambience of the riff raff seats

PART 2: A message for the good men of tomorrow

PART 3: Crap + Rap = Crapper

PART 4: Can we just talk about Britney Spears for a second? First: pop icon - NO DOUBT. She absolutely has the right NOT to perform “Oops I did it again” or “Hit Me Baby One More Time,” if she doesn’t want to (and last night she didn’t want to)

But…..has Brit-Brit always been such a terrible dancer? Or maybe even …not a dancer at all? Holy shit, did that Catholic School Girl outfit really blind us so much that we gave her the world without asking her for any legitimate choreography whatsoever?

Her performance was like a small town junior high dance troupe at a basketball game with some bonus gay leather dudes there for lifting her up under her armpits like she was an Egyptian Queen. That bangin’-bod bazillionaire just flings her arms around and humps the ground and I say GOOD FOR HER.

Because Brit-stalgia still worked its magic for the woman in her late 30’s sitting next to me. Her date knew what he was doing when he got those Jingle Bash tickets: “Womanizer” was basically foreplay in the cheap seats for those two.

Tomorrow: A long day's journey into night

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That's my piece and that's my peace. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my silly words. It truly means the world. Carry on...

OSM 

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