It’s extremely unlikely that a woman listening to this will think, “ah yes, I feel sexy and appreciated when Justin talks about my ‘yummy-yum.’”
Such advertising speaks to the American tendency to reduce everything to a sound bite, something that we can digest without much thought or engagement.
The same playlist of songs by the same crooning artists, played on the radio over and over again. Yet there’s much more to ring in the holidays!
Taylor Swift — multi-grammy winning, multi-platinum charting artist of the decade — battles with Big Machine Records.
Many on the left have looked to TV pundits — like Jon Stewart, Rachel Maddow, and Bill Maher — for clarity by way of political and cultural commentary. Others, however, have looked to Squidward Tentacles.
With a chart-topping album and an appearance at Coachella, 17-year-old Billie Eilish is emerging as the child star of our generation. And she’s doing it her own way, with whispery vocals, hyper-processed sounds, and a not-quite-goth aesthetic of neon hair dye and dark, baggy clothing.
What is unexpected is the grand finale, an incredible five-minute dance sequence set among the bright lights of Time Square and littered with jokes at Murray’s expense. It is spectacular and cathartic. Words do not do it justice.