We watched part of The Grammy Awards on Sunday night.
Here’s the thing. All these people have stylists, and have been refining their Grammy outfits for probably weeks.
They are all styled to within an inch of their lives, a realization that heightened the ridiculousness when I, erm, realized it.
I didn’t understand Jack White at all, his music or anything else. He had an all-girl band wearing long, sparkly, sister-wife-ish dresses and playing the rock & roll version of RiverDance. And he wore an old Elvis costume with jeweled peacock feathers. I regret bitterly not being able to find a picture.
I don’t have anything bad to say about Justin Timberlake. He’s pretty and he brought sexy back.