On sunday, my brother sent a text asking whether I'd seen Kelly Rowland on Page 3. Sorry...come again? Kelly Rowland? The Sun? Page 3? Surely there is a mix-up somewhere. I was stunned to silence. All that kept ringing in my head was the clientelle of readership The Sun drew. Yes, its the most widely read paper in the UK, but it also has a reputation for producing trashy material, with little or no substance. And not to mention, its Page 3 is infamous for showcasing the muck of society, and promulgating the desire for all women in the UK to aspire to don fake boobs and lipo up the fat they can't burn off in the gym.
Knitted Cape : Primark | Maxi Dress : Oasis | Tank top (layered) : H&MReading the captions of Rowland's pics enraged me more...the paper was outright mocking her, and the 'role model' persona she'd been prancing around with, as a judge on X-Factor. This was like spitting on the face of her upbringing, her career, and most importantly, her religious background. My brother, as a plastic surgeon (read HIS take on Kelly's pictures) questioned what exactly her pictures represented? That women could only feel sexy, or be socially accepted as aesthetically pleasing once they'd up'd their cup size by going under the knife? COME ON!
Watch : Guess | Studded Pumps : Urban OutfittersWe get that it takes time for a female to feel like a woman in her own skin, but we're tired of looking at all that skin, thank you very much Miss Rowland! I mean, if its not the nipple slips, its the uber-raunchy Rihanna'esque videos, with unacceptable-before-watershed lyrics to boot. I mean, 'lay it on me'? 'I'm down for whatever'? And these aren't even embedded in the bridge somewhere, these are the titles and blasted choruses of the songs. Like, WTAF?!?
Onyxsta says...BLEURGH!! Rowl model my arse! This XXX-Judge is on the bench, and I'm ruling that she's guilty as charged. Xisses