Fug File: Awards & Galas

Jessie J’s expression here seems to say it all.

She’s like, “I know, right? Congratulations to me, I’m the nakedest, blah blah blah.” It’s like very major event is Minaj vs. Gaga vs. Perry vs. Jessie J vs. Rihanna vs. whoever else gets the nudity bee in her bonnet. Doesn’t it ever get exhausting? I think that about Gaga all the time — she’s created this persona and now she can’t even run out for a Diet Coke or a bagel without having to put on something that’s part garment, part contraption, part window. Nicki Minaj is the same. She can’t just throw on a hat and go to the store; she probably has to put on a ten-ton wig first, or else people will talk. Wouldn’t they rather there’s a separation of Church and state, so to speak? When do any of these people find the time to be themselves? They probably can’t do it and get fresh air at the same time. It’s a therapist’s dream.

Let’s see the rest of it, for the sake of being a completist.

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