Pitbull is one of those rare people in history, like Aristotle, Michelangelo, and Beyoncé, who have achieved one word status. No one needs a second name to know which Pitbull we’re talking about.
10. The iPhone. The Verizon salesperson basically had to pry my pink Razr out of my cold, dead hands.
Sometimes I love seeing the next big hit and actually knowing what the hell is going on during the Oscars. Basically, if I see a preview and it looks good/funny/scary/interesting, I’m on board.
“Entitled” are the people who think your stubbornness and tears and anger and silly emotions are getting in the way of their very rational, very reasonable discussion of a thing that has never, and will never, personally affect them.
Yet with my waning wisdom I remind us all, “With great power, comes great responsibility.” Do you know where that’s from? Of course you do, you’re a nerd. It’s from the thing you said right before you stuffed the starting quarterback into a locker.
I don’t know whether Gaga’s procedure can be called systematic. Hell, I don’t even know if we can call it a procedure. This ain’t Claude Monet developing more exaggerated brush-strokes of light and shadow to render a stylized impression of landscapes. If anything, the Gaga schtick seems to flourish by virtue of it’s sharply asystematic, “WTF”-appeal.
Minutes after “All of the Lights” hit VEVO, Twitter (and Gchat and Facebook and YouTube and the blogosphere) picked up on, to put it euphemistically, similarities between some parts of West’s video and the opening titles to Gaspar Noé’s award-winning, anxiety-inducing psychothriller Enter the Void.
