First, allow me to say that I think Christina Aguilera‘s boyfriend, whatever-his-name-is, is really and truly skeevy-looking. I’m talking the skeeviest of the skeeve. The Adnan Ghalib of boyfriends. The worst part about this entire thing is that I don’t even know what Christina Aguilera’s supposed to be. Thoughts? Any idea what Christina’s supposed to be? A leather-clad Marie Antoinette? One of Donna Summer’s backup dancers? I don’t even know.
In “related” Christina news, ‘Voice’ co-star Adam Levine is taking all of Christina’s “haters” to task by calling them out and voicing his support for her. In a recent interview, Adam says:
“People shouldn’t say those kind of things, because, f—k you! Come on guys, grow up! It pisses me off, and of course I have her back, of course I defend her. It’s not nice to just have your bread and butter be trashing other people. That’s bullying. … The one thing about the culture right now, celebrity culture particularly, is people feel like they can just say nasty things about other people whether it’s Christina or whether it’s me. She gets a lot and it pisses me off. Of course I have her back and of course I defend her.”
Which, like, of course. I totally agree with Adam. And I think it’s a really nice sentiment, because really. Why should any rational, well-balanced individual really care what anyone else’s body looks like, whether they’re twenty-five pounds overweight or twenty-five pounds under? Why judge? But, you know, that costume up there? It wouldn’t matter if it were on a supermodel with a supermodel’s body—it’s f-cking ugly as sin, and I feel like it’s my God-given right to say that, you know? And not because it’s opinion—because it’s true. (And OK, because it’s opinion also.)