Recap for those who live under rocks:
Steven Tyler -Out
Mariah Carey -In
Nicki Minaj -In
Keith Urban - In
Randy - Desperately grasping to the only career move he has left
Mariah Carey and Nicki Minaj hate each other and are feuding. Allegedly, Mariah was told by AI producers that she'd be the only female judge, and in came Nicki.
Let me do a quick tirade now, and I promise I'll try not to do it again:
As I get older (and as my daughter gets older) I fancy myself more and more of a feminist. I've blogged here before about how AI has been shameless about promoting male competitors (women pay homage to recently deceased Whitney Houston while boys are handed a lob-ball covering Stevie Wonder), judges openly fawn over males and don't hold back on critiques of females, and a the last female to win this show was Jordan Sparks in 2007. Two thousand and SEVEN, people.
Auntee and I both called the White Guy With Guitar as the ultimate winner on Day 1, just like the season before and the season before. And yes, I do blame the tween girls and their pink cell phones voting for the boy they want to take to prom. But I also blame the show, generally, for purposely throwing a semi-talented heartthrob in the spotlight every single season, just TO garner those tween votes.
I digress ...
Know what this show needs? A good cat fight. Let's throw in two strong, talented, beautiful African American women and hope they go after each other.
Let's be as stereotypical as possible - fat shaming? check. digs on career? check. liberal use of the word "diva"? check.
All we're missing is the weave pulling and the boyfriend stealing.
Can there be just ONE season where Girls Rule? Where 2 female judges conspire to BUILD UP the female contestants, instead of to tear each other down? Where they agree to work together to help a young girl start her career, because, you know, that's what they ultimately signed on for?
As for the contestants: Can we, maybe, have a girl with a guitar? Maybe even an African American girl with a guitar?
I'm setting myself up for heartbreak, aren't I? We'll see, I guess, starting tonight.