Another Petition

UPDATE: It is the post that will not die!

With all the fem-fodder out there to protest, Ashlee is still the top protest petition post persona. At 119,450 signatures to date, I can't help but think that a few people feel like I do.

What is it about Ashlee, besides two outstanding and very public humiliations, that has drawn people to her like wasps to a freshly opened Mountain Dew? Why didn't it happen when she was blonde?

I've discovered that any fembot celebrity willing to do ads for Candies is sure to annoy me. But what makes Ashlee so bad for so many of you?

Well, here's it is. Bigger and bolder than it was before. The reason this is the most searched for post on this blog for a week:

This petition is for Geffen records asking them to stop Ashlee Simpson from performing.

There are over 2000 signatures at this point. I imagine there would be many more if this was sent to the audience of the Orange Bowl. I kinda feel bad for her. A victim of nepotism, her evil father, Joe Simpson, has fostered a career that is destined to plunge. Just listen to this guy: ''Jessica never tries to be sexy. She just is sexy. If you put her in a T-shirt or you put her in a bustier, she's sexy in both. She's got double D's! You can't cover those suckers up!" Now that is disgusting.

Wow. Jude's not looking very good there, is he?

There is a long history of performers with limited talent having their vocals tracks augmented or down right sung by someone else. The fact that recording contracts seem so often based on the size of ones boobs/looks/booty as opposed to the strength of ones voice is a testament to the standards America has for it's celebrities. But ultimately, it is the record companies that encourage and proliferate this rash of lip synchers. They get new talent and then send them for plastic surgery instead of vocal lessons. This makes me adore the musicians that write, record and perform their own music even more. Especially the hideous ones. Ugly power, people!

Ahem.

In the end, it is the public that decides what happens to faux talent by who's CD's we buy and who we watch.

This does not speak well of us.

As an aside: Remind you of anyone?
Please stop Vanessa Carlton as well - she of the Time/Warner/Aol commerical featuring a tired and emotionless rendition of 'Time is on my Side' that would have me walk through the fires of hell for the remote. Yes, little ones, I know she plays the piano. If that's all she did, I wouldn't be upright and typing.