Pink is still around, making music, and is on the cover of Glamour‘s June issue. And honestly, I’m surprised. I didn’t think she would still be here. Not hating, just surprised.
I think she thinks she’s outrageous — Glamour certainly thinks so, or is at least trying to sell this angle, as they refer to her as a “badass” — but I don’t really see anything outrageous in posing with your hands in your mouth and defending the use of the word “slut.” A lot of women aren’t comfortable with the word and are trying to get rid of it. Pink is going to use it forever. From Glamour.com:
Glamour … you’ve got lots of sex songs on this last album. There’s “Slut Like You” and “Walk of Shame.” Pink: Oh, yeah. I’m a reformed slut.
Glamour: Slut is a big word in the Pink glossary. Pink: It’s my very unsophisticated way of taking the power back. I’ve always had an issue with [the idea that]: “OK, we’ve both decided to do this. Why am I a slut and you’re the player? You didn’t get anything from me that I didn’t get from you.”
I see her point and I don’t care. I don’t care about the issue. Does that make me a bad feminist?
She goes on to talk about her wild times in the ’90s saying, “Joey Fatone was in love with me.” Now she’s back with Carey Hart and she talks a little bit about that in the interview, in her outrageous way.
Glamour: After all the breakups and separations, is it hard to accept that things are good with Carey? Pink: Accept that it’s good? Are things ever good? I don’t believe that exists. Long-term relationships are an everyday choice. It’s harder to be in a marriage than it is to bounce from one relationship to the next. We’re good because we communicate and we’ve grown up together, not because we don’t fight.
Glamour: What’s the last thing you fought about? Pink: [She yells to the next room.] Carey! What was the last thing we fought about? Oh, I know! You not getting me flowers and being a douchebag. That was it.
Jesus. Chill out, Pink. Be a f-cking adult, especially during a major interview. Are we supposed to be impressed by your “badass” behavior? Why are you still being mean to your husband? Girl. Come on. Rise above.
Here are the photos from the magazine spread. I do like the Faster, Pussy Cat! Kill! Kill! homage.
Pink really cares about sad children. A video surfaced of a bizarre incident that occurred three days ago during a Pink performance. Ms. Alecia Moore was singing on a small stage surrounded by a massive crowd at a concert in Philadelphia when she stopped her song, asking, “Is everything okay right here?” gesturing to a little girl near the stage. “Is that girl alright?”
The audience cheered (their approval?) and Pink asked, “Why is she crying, why is she upset?” We couldn’t hear the response, but Pink did, and she replied, “Because there was a fight? Y’all are fighting around a little girl?” The audience booed (their disapproval?).
Pink invited the girl to come up, but she was too shy. I mean, duh, I wouldn’t come up to the stage either. This chick stops her entire concert to single me out and while I’d be touched I’d also be humiliated. So Pink passed some goodies (presumably goodies that her fans threw onto the stage for their singing idol) over to the girl to comfort her. Dude I’d be really annoyed if I was a big Pink fan and I gave her a stuffed animal and then this bitch gives it to some random-ass child. Oh well, everything worked out in the end. I guess.
Pink is so great. She had an adorable baby girl called Willow with husband Cary Hart a couple of years ago and is still working on getting her body back to where it was before her pregnancy. That in and of itself is a miracle – most celebrities are desperate to be back to size 0 before they’re even out of the hospital. Not Pink, though – she loved being pregnant, eating whatever she wanted and actually, she didn’t mind being “chubby” at all.
“I’m almost there, but I’m not in tour shape yet. I mean I train hard; I train five days a week for an hour and a half a day, plus rehearsals. But I eat a lot – I like food and I like wine, carbs, bread, cheese, pasta. The worst shit. It’s so yummy! Being pregnant was awesome. I knew that as soon as I got pregnant I was going to eat chicken wings and cheesecake.”
“I thought I’d lose it a lot easier. I’m totally OK with it though and definitely don’t spend time thinking about it. It doesn’t stop me enjoying my life. I also have the opposite of body dysmorphia where when I’m a bit chubby, I think I look kind of great. I’m like, ‘Damn, you look good!’ And everyone else is like, ‘No, you’re fat’. I’m like a 400lb Italian woman on the inside screaming to get out. All I want to do is walk barefoot in my kitchen and eat pasta. I wish fat was in because I’d be so good at it!”
Of course, it’s easy for someone who’s definitely NOT fat (and in fact, completely ripped) to be flippant about her “fat” experience, but everything about Pink just strikes me as so genuine and sincere that it doesn’t bother me like it would if it were coming from, say, Anne Hathaway or something.
Anyway, most women do look a bit better with a little meat on their bones, so to speak, as being uber skinny (unless that’s your actual, natural body type) just makes you look sallow, ill and 10 years older. I couldn’t live without carbs.
Man, I love Pink. She’s one of those pop stars that’s completely low key, seemingly down-to-earth and effortlessly cool in the face of so many contrived wannabes. Oh, and she makes some pretty solid pop tunes that are emotionally raw, quirky and sometimes downright funny. Bottom line: Pink is great and always will be.
In a new interview with Redbook, the singer discussed her unconventional path to stardom, as well as her less than mainstream looks, which she’s refused to let hold her back regardless of what industry standards might say:
“A ‘girl like me’ is someone who doesn’t rest on her looks, who has had people tell me from day one, ‘You’re never going to get magazine covers because you are not pretty enough.’ I’m totally comfortable with that.
“I know my strong points: I work hard, I have talent, I’m funny and I’m a good person. Beautiful has never been my goal,” she says. “Joy is my goal – to feel healthy and strong and powerful and useful and engaged and intelligent and in love. It’s about joy. And there’s such joy now.”
This is Pink, performing at the Jingle Bell Ball last night at the O2 arena in London, and all I have to say is “damn.” And not “damn” in a “that is one hot ass” way, because while the ass in question is probably perfectly lovely, being squished into a harness and dangled like a side of beef is never an attractive look, and especially when it makes the ass in question look like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s ass, circa whatever:
Nope, not a good look at all. I mean, honestly. In what universe is that ^^ considered hot? Oh, the Mr. Universe competition? Well OK, that’s fine. But unless Pink is hoping to clench—I mean, clinch—a spot as a multinational bodybuilder extraordinaire, then maybe, just maybe, she’ll lay off the harnesses and all of the protein shakes. Girl’s got such a delightful figure as it is—there’s no reason to get all musclehead on us.
We just talked about Emma Stone’s big life-changing event at the age of fourteen, and now we’re moving on to what Pink was doing between the ages of twelve and fourteen, too. From a recent interview, Pink talking about how she overdosed at fourteen, which stopped her drug use altogether:
“I understand addiction. I was a hardcore partier from 12 to 15. [I was] on all the club drugs [and] selling Ecstasy and crystal meth and Special K. I overdosed in ’95, and then I never took drugs again, ever.”
Man. I just cannot even wrap my head around this. Yeah, I knew of people around that age that were into drugs and what not, but back then, it was like it wasn’t even real. It was the stuff of movies, and of Johnny Depp “This is your brain on drugs” commercials. Granted, you could ask all of my childhood friends, most of which I’m still pretty close with—growing up in my family was like growing up with the Brady Bunch, no lie. And for that, I consider myself terribly, terribly lucky and blessed, because there could have been horrible, awful things that I could have endured (like what Emma Stone went through, or, much, much worse, what Pink went through), but I didn’t. And maybe that’s why I still kind of can’t even fathom things like this happening. Maybe I had my rose-colored glasses on ’til I hit eighteen, and anything prior to that was just a veritable garden of good-natured wholesomeness.
So, so glad that Pink was able to turn her life around and make a successful go at living, because there’s so many sad cases in which that just doesn’t happen.
Hey, did you hear? Pink is the new face ambassador for Cover Girl! That’s right, Pink (real name: Alecia Beth Moore, homegrown from the Philadelphia area, not far from where I grew up myself) is joining the ranks of chicks like Tyra Banks, Molly Sims, Faith Hill, Queen Latifah, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, and Drew Barrymore, just to name a few. And what prestige! Do you guys remember this commercial? Even a little bit, maybe?:
Because come on! Cover Girl’s been on the scene for ages! And now Pink’s their timely representative! Yeah, girl!
The best part about it is that Pink is just looking amazing, and confident, and she knows it. Here’s another shot in case you didn’t already think that Pink is just f-cking amazing-looking:
I mean, yeah. Her music’s not all that wonderful (it’s, at the very least, not my cup of tea), but she’s got a massive personality to make up for that fact. Plus, her sweet little family and adorable little baby. Girl is working it these days.