continued celebrations of lameness...

calling kevin federline a shitty pop artist drags that category so low, i don't think we should do it; it just wouldn't be fair to kylie, or t.A.T.u., or nancy sinatra. so let's place this in the american idol tradition of gawking at utter and complete

loserdom


and on an only slightly related note, check out this gem. (this link might not work. can't tell if it's just my machine. you can also try and get to it here.)
nancy sinatra was probably thought of as a shitty pop artist in her day, considering she couln't dance (similar to kevin federline in the above -- but isn't he supposed to be a dancer?), couldn't really sing, didn't write any of her own songs and from what i understand was basically a slutty exhibitionist making her way off her name and boo(b/t)s. but today we can appreciate her for reasons that didn't exist back then, namely: (1) her songs are eons better than the shitty pop of today, regardless of whether she wrote them or not (2) jessica simpson's version of this is such a shanda and (3) well, the distance of camp is a beautiful, beautiful thing. and so are sweater dresses.